My Savior hanging on the tree

My Savior hanging on the tree

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MY Saviour hanging on the tree,
In agonies and blood,
Methought once turn'd his eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.
2 Sure, never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look \
It seem'd to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

3 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt,
And plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins his blood had spilt.
And help'd to nail him there.

4 Alas! I knew not what I did;
But now my tears are vain:
Where shall my trembling soul be hid ?
For I the Lord have slain.
A second look he gave, which said,
'' I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid,
I die that thou may'st live."

6 Thus, while his death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue —
Such is the mystery of grace —
It seals my pardon too.
When he had purged our sins, sat down on

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