1 As near to Calvary I pass,
Methinks I see a bloody cross,
Where a poor victim hangs,
His flesh with rugged irons tore,
His limbs all dressed in purple gore,
Gasping in dying pangs.
2 Surprised the spectacle to see,
I asked, Who can this victim be
In such exquisite pain?
Why thus consigned to woes, I cried,
’Tis I, the bleeding God replied,
To save a world from sin.
3 A God for rebel mortal dies;
How can it be? my soul replies,
What! Jesus die for me?
Yes, saith the suffering Son of God,
I give My life, I spill My blood,
For thee, poor soul, for thee.
4 Lord, since Thy life Thou’st freely giv’n
To bring my wretched soul to Heav’n,
And bless me with Thy love,
Then at Thy feet, O God, I’ll fall,
Give Thee my life, my soul, my all,
To reign with Thee above.
Alline, Henry. (Newport, Rhode Island, January 14, 1748--January 28, 1784, Northampton, New Hampshire). Congregationalist/"New Light". In 1760 his family took up land near Hampden, Nova Scotia, far from any school or church; hence the spiritual experience which, in 1775, impelled him to begin preaching found him with the drive and magnetism, but without the solid grounding, of a Wesley or a Whitefield. His stress on the "new light," and the revival meetings which he conducted all over Nova Scotia had no connection with the American Revolution beyond coincidence in time; yet that was enough to alarm the authorities. He had sermons, tracts, and probably sheets of hymns printed at Halifax before the peace treaty of 1783 allowed him to cross th… Go to person page >