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Text: | Hymn 112 |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
So did the Hebrew prophet raise
The brazen serpent high,
The wounded felt immediate ease,
The camp forbore to die.
"Look upward in the dying hour,
And live," the prophet cries;
But Christ performs a nobler cure,
When Faith lifts up her eyes.
High on the cross the Savior hung,
High in the heav'ns he reigns:
Here sinners by th' old serpent stung
Look, and forget their pains.
When God's own Son is lifted up,
A dying world revives;
The Jew beholds the glorious hope,
Th' expiring Gentile lives.
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First Line: | So did the Hebrew prophet raise |
Title: | Hymn 112 |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1806 |
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