CXXXVII | A Selection of Hymns#CXXXVIII | CXXXIX |
Text: | The attraction of the Cross |
Author: | Dr. S. Stennett |
1 Yonder— amazing sight!— I see
The incarnate son of God,
Expiring on the accursed tree,
And welt'ring in his blood.
2 Behold a purple torrent run
Down from his hands and head:
The crimson tide puts out the sun;
His groans awake the dead.
3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky,
Proclaim the truth aloud;
And with th' amaz'd centurion cry,
"This is the Son of God."
4 So great, so vast a sacrifice
May well my hope revive:
If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,
The sinner sure may live.
5 O that these cords of love divine,
Might draw me, Lord to thee!
Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine—
Thine it shall ever be!
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First Line: | Yonder— amazing sight!— I see |
Title: | The attraction of the Cross |
Author: | Dr. S. Stennett |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
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Topic: | The Sufferings and Death of Christ; Attractions of the Cross of Christ: Attract |