It's empty now for me
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O Christ, what burdens bowed 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.

Death and the curse were in our cup -
O Christ, 'twas full for Thee!
But Thou hast drain'd the last dark drop:
'Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup, love drank it up,
Now blessings flow for me.

- Anne Ross Cousin