The Thorns, the Nails, Hammer and Wood

Original tune: Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee (St. Agnes), John B. Dykes, 1823-1876

The thorns, the nails, hammer and wood;
familiar tools of mine,
My tongue, my hands and angry heart,
all party to the crime.

The taunts, the cheers and mocking crowd
demand his blood be spilled.
My evil drive be entertained,
My soul's dark thirst be filled.

All were in Adam when he sinned,
the nations soon dispersed.
Everyone born of flesh will die
because of sin's great curse.

Our only help and hope is this:
Jesus be crucified.
The thorns he wore, the nails and wood;
serve as my saving cry.

My shameful state was laid on Christ,
my violent crimes he bore.
For his great love became a curse;
though her was rich, made poor.

The thorns, the nails, hammer and wood;
God used for good to raise.
My tongue, my hands and contrite heart;
all for God's use and praise.