Text: | The Death of the Lord of Glory |
Author: | Steele |
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 ev'ry 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 sick'ning ray,
And darkness veil'd the mourning day.
5 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?
6 Come, dearest Lord, thy pow'r impart,
To warm 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: | The Death of the Lord of Glory |
Author: | Steele |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | The Death of Jesus, who Died for All; Who tasted Death for Every Man |