LXVIII. A dying Saviour

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 deathful sound,
And flows from every bleeding wound;
The vital stream, how free it flows,
To save and cleanse his rebel foes.

3 Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love or pain?

4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart,
To warn this cold, this stupid heart!
'Till all its pow'rs 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
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1799
Topic: Christ: His death
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