1 O love divine, what hast thou done!
Th' immortal God hath dy'd for me!
The Father's co-eternal Son
bore all my sins upon the tree:
Th' immortal God for me hath died;
My Lord, my love, is crucify'd.
2 Sinners, behold, as ye pass by,
The bleeding prince of life and peace;
Come, see, ye worms, your maker die,
And say, was ever grief like his?
Come, feel with me his blood apply'd;
My Lord, my love, is crucify'd
3 Is crucify'd for me and you,
To bring his people back to God;
Believe, believe the record true,
His church is purchas'd with his blood;
Pardon for all flows from his side;
My Lord, my love, is crucify'd!
4 Then let us sit beneath his cross,
And gladly catch the healing stream;
All things for him account but dross,
And give up all our hearts to him:
Of nothing speak, or think beside:
The Lord, my love is crucify'd.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O love divine, what hast thou done! |
Title: | Praising at the feet of the cross |
Meter: | Eights |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Topic: | Cross: Praising at |