A Selection of Hymns ‎#CDLXXVIII

CDLXXVIII. Meditating on the cross of Christ

1 Come see on bloody Calvary,
Suspended on th' accursed tree,
A harmless suff'rer cover'd o'er
With shame and weltring in his gore.

2 Is this the Savior long foretold
To usher in the age of gold?
To make the reign of sorrow cease,
And bind the jarring world in peace?

3 'Tis he, 'tis he!—he kindly shrouds
His glories in a night of clouds,
That souls might from their ruin rise,
And heir th' unperishable skies.

4 See to their refuge and their rest
From all the bonds of guilt releas'd,
Transgressors to his cross repair,
And find a full redemption there.

5 Jesus, what millions of our race
Have been the triumphs of thy grace,
And millions more to thee shall fly,
And on thy sacrifice rely?

6 That tree, that curse-empoison'd tree,
Which prov'd a bloody rack to thee,
Shall in the noblest blessings shoot,
And fill the nations with its fruit.

7 The srorow, shame and death were thine,
And all the stores of wrath divine!
Ours are the glory, life, and bliss:
What love can be compar'd to this!

Text Information

• First Line: Come, see on bloody Calvary
• Title: Meditating on the cross of Christ
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Topic: The Lord's Supper; Meditation on the Cross of Christ

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