221a. A Hymn for Good Friday

1 Mourn, mourn ye saints, as if you see
Our Saviour dear nail'd to the tree;
A bitter death he did endure,
To save the souls of men secure.

2 Oh! how his purple streams did flow,
His blood on man he did bestow;
With hands and feet nail'd to the wood,
And pierced side ran down with blood.

3 What wisdom can conceive or know,
What tongue or pen can truly show
The vast dimensions of his love,
Or shew his pow'r in heav'n above.

4 To God be praise and worship done,
For giving us his only Son:
Let's tune our souls, and him adore,
In Hallelujahs evermore.

Text Information
First Line: Mourn, mourn, ye saints as if you see
Title: A Hymn for Good Friday
Language: English
Publication Date: 1803
Notes: Now Public Domain.
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