Text: | Christ Crucified |
1 When on the cross, my Lord I see,
Bleeding to death for wretched me,
Satan and sin no more can move,
For I am all transform'd to love.
2 His thorns and nails, pierc'd thro' my heart,
In ev'ry groan I bear a part;
I view his wounds with streaming eyes,
But see! he bows his head and dies!
3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God,
Wounded and dead, and bath'd in blood;
Behold his side and venture near,
The well of endless life is here.
4 Here I forget my cares and pains;
I drink, yet still my thirst remains;
Only the fountain head above,
Can satisfy the thirst of love.
5 Oh, that I thus could always feel!
Lord, more and more thy love reveal!
Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim
The grace and glory of thy name.
6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear,
Revives my heart, and charms my ear;
Affords a balm for ev'ry wound,
And Satan trembles at the sound.
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First Line: | When on the cross, my Lord I see |
Title: | Christ Crucified |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1803 |