1 Stretch'd on the cross, the Saviour 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 traitor'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 sickening ray,
And darkness veil'd the mourning day.
5 Can I survey this scene of wo,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love or pain?
6 Come, dearest Lord! thy grace 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 |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | A Dying Saviour; Christ: Sufferings and Death |
Notes: | Public Domain. |