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.
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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. |