My Body given for You

1 Jesus, when faith with fixed eyes
Beholds thy wond'rous sacrifice,
Love rises to an ardent flame,
And we all other hope disclaim.

2 With cold affections who can see
The thorns, the scourge, the nails, the tree,
Thy flowing tears, and purple sweat,
Thy bleeding hands, and head, and feet?

3 Look, saints, into his op'ning side,
The breach how large, how deep, how wide!
Thence issues forth a double flood,
Of cleansing water, pard'ning blood.

4 Hence, O my soul, a balsam flows,
To heal thy wounds and cure thy woes;
Immortal joys come streaming down,
Joys, like his griefs, immense, unknown.

5 Thus I could sit, and ever sing,
The suff'rings of my heav'nly King;
With glowing pleasure spread abroad
The myst'ries of a dying God.

Source: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs: selected and original, designed for the use of the Church Universal in public and private devotion #CCCXXII