Text: | A dying Saviour |
Author: | Steele |
1 Stretch'd on the cross the Savior dies;
Hark! his expiring groans arise!
See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide.
2 But life attends the dreadful sound,
And flows from every bleeding wound;
The vital stream how free it flows,
To save and cleanse his rebel foes.
3 To suffer in the traytor's place,
To die for man, surprising grace!
Yet pass rebellious angels by!
O why for man, dear Saviour why?
4 And didst thou bleed, for sinners bleed,
And could the Sun behold the deed?
No, he withdrew his sinking ray,
And darkness vail'd the mourning day.
5 Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where ming'ling grief and wonder flow;
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love or pain?
6 Come, dearest Lord, thy pow'r impart
To warm this cold, this stupid heart;
Till all its powers and passions move,
In melting grief, and ardent love.
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First Line: | Stretch'd on the cross the Saviour dies |
Title: | A dying Saviour |
Author: | Steele |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Topic: | Lord's Supper |