1 Children of Israel see what shade,
The cross does us afford;
It was for weary travelers made,
We thank thee for it, Lord.
2 Here let us fit, and all prepare
To sing his worthy fame;
Who to redeem us sojourned here,
Christ Jesus is his name.
3 We sing thy sufferings, wounds and blood,
The virtue of thy pain:
We sing thy griefs, thou Son of God,
Thou Lamb for sinners slain.
4 We hail thee, thou by Jews reviled,
To thee we bow the knees;
Hail! very God, the promised child,
The prophets sang of thee.
5 While others praise an unknown God,
We each will sing of thee;
"Jesus has washed me in his blood,
And lived, and died for me."
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791