Text: | My Body given for You |
Author: | Beddome |
1 Jesus, when faith with fixed eyes
Beholds thy wond'rous sacrifice,
Love rises to an ardent flame,
And we all other hope disclaim.
2 With cold affections who can see
The thorns, the scourge, the nails, the tree,
Thy flowing tears, and purple sweat,
Thy bleeding hands, and head, and feet?
3 Look, saints, into his op'ning side,
The breach how large, how deep, how wide!
Thence issues forth a double flood,
Of cleansing water, pard'ning blood.
4 Hence, O my soul, a balsam flows,
To heal thy wounds and cure thy woes;
Immortal joys come streaming down,
Joys, like his griefs, immense, unknown.
5 Thus I could sit, and ever sing,
The suff'rings of my heav'nly King;
With glowing pleasure spread abroad
The myst'ries of a dying God.
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First Line: | Jesus, when faith with fixed eyes |
Title: | My Body given for You |
Author: | Beddome |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
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Topic: | Hymns, adapted to the Celebration of the Lord's Supper |