"Substitution"

aka, "O Christ, what burdens bow’d Thy head!" Lyr:Anne Cousin Mus Ira Sankey: Substitution / Rowan T / some 3rd tune (also) used on YouTube by some Baptist.

O Christ, what burdens bow’d Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead,
Didst bear all ill for me.
A victim led; Thy blood was shed;
Now there’s no load for me.
2
Death and the curse were in our cup,
O Christ, ’twas full for Thee!
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop—
’Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup—love drank it up;
Now blessings’ draught for me.
3
Jehovah lifted up His rod,
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;
There’s not one stroke for me.
Thy tears, Thy blood, beneath it flowed;
Thy bruising healeth me.
4
The tempest’s awful voice was heard,
O Christ, it broke on Thee!
Thy open bosom was my ward,
It braved the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.
5
Jehovah bade His sword awake,
O Christ, it woke ’gainst Thee!
Thy blood the flaming blade must slake;
Thy heart its sheath must be—
All for my sake, my peace to make;
Now sleeps that sword for me.

6
A flame was kindled in God's ire --
O Christ, it burned on Thee!
It was a hot, consuming fire,
Ev'n in the fair green tree;
There did that fire feed and expire;
Now it is quenched for me.

7
For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee;
Thou’rt ris’n: my bands are all untied,
And now Thou liv’st in me.
When purified, made white, and tried,
Thy glory then for me!

From the photocopy of the book of poems by Cousin in the Archive.com (Immanuel's Land), I found another verse to bring the total to 7; not sure I have them in original order). But the verses are profound, worth singing them all. It appears from that poem book that the actual title of the poem is Substitution, though seems more likely to find the hymn titled by its opening words. Apparently Sankey named his accompanying tune Substitution also.

Probably the most famous hymn Cousin wrote is Immanuel's Land, a very great hymn of many verses of which you are unlikely to find even 1/2 in a hymn book. Some of those verses don't seem theological at all, but about some pleasant place in Britain, like some peaceful place in the countryside which the author loved. I love to sing Immanuel's Land at a New Year's Celebration: The Sands of Time Are Sinking.