IS IT NOTHING TO YOU?
From the throne of his cross, the King of grief cries to a world of unbelief: Oh! Men and women, afar and nigh, is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? I laid my eternal power aside, I came from the home of the Glorified, a babe, in the lowly cave to lie; is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? I wept for the sorrows and pains of men, I healed them, and helped them, and loved them – but then, they shouted against me – “Crucify!” Is it nothing to you?
Behold me and see: pierced through and through with countless sorrows – and all is for you; for you I suffer, for you I die, is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Oh! Men and women, your deeds of shame, your sins without reason and number and name; I bear them all on the cross on high; is it nothing to you? Is it nothing to you that I bow my head? And nothing to you that my blood is shed? O perishing souls to you I cry, Is it nothing to you? O come upon me by the woes I have borne, by the dreadful scourge, and the crown of thorns, by these, I implore you to hear my cry, Is it nothing to you? O come unto me- this awful price, redemption’s tremendous sacrifice – is paid for you. Oh. Why will ye die O come unto me.
After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, saith, “I thirst.” When Jesus had received the vinegar, he saith, “It is finished. Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit.” And he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.
Sir John Stainer (6 June 1840 – 31 March 1901) was an English composer