Text: | The Crucifixion of Christ |
Author: | S. Stennett |
1 Yonder—amazing sight!—I see
Th' incarnate Son of God
Expiring on the accursed tree,
And welt'ring in his blood.
2 Behold a purple torrent run
Down from his hands and head:
The crimson tide puts out the sun;
His groans awake the dead.
3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky,
Proclaim the truth aloud!
And, with th' amaz'd Centurion, cry,
"This is the Son of God."
4 So great, so vast a sacrifice
May well my hope revive:
If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,
The sinner sure may live.
5 O that these cords of love divine
Might draw me, Lord, to thee!
Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine—
Thine it shall ever be!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Yonder—amazing sight! I see |
Title: | The Crucifixion of Christ |
Author: | S. Stennett |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | The Death of Jesus, who Died for All; Who tasted Death for Every Man |
Notes: | Public Domain. |