Look, O Christian!

1 Look, O Christian! see thy Savior
Stooping ’neath His weighty cross;
Look! and let thy pride and glory
Be to thee as dung and dross.
Mark His torn and bleeding temples,
And His weary, way-worn feet;
Let thy heart now bow before Him,
And thine eyes all tearful weep.

2 See His back all scarred and bleeding,
Patiently thy griefs He bears;
See the purple robe around Him,
And the crown of thorns He wears:
All alone in His sad travail,
Help and friends all far away;
But a little of His sorrow
Filled their hearts with sore dismay.

3 See the rabble, how they mock Him!
Still no fear His faith appalls;
Onwards ’neath His cross He staggers,
Till beneath its weight He falls;
Faint, forsaken, bruised and smitten,
Sad and lonely on He goes,
Goes to where His heart’s blood flowing
Shall for ever cleanse His foes.

4 ’Mid the taunts of men and devils,
See Him slowly onwards move;
Drops of blood all silent flowing,
Speak His everlasting love.
Many waters round Him raging,
Deep loud bellows unto deep;
Still His love, unquenched and burning,
To the end His heart shall keep.

5 O disciples, cease your dreaming,
While thus gazing on your Lord;
Can this world now claim your friendship,
Sheathed in Jesu’s heart its sword?
Can your path be ever pleasant,
Ever free your heart from pain,
If in Jesu’s footsteps treading
You would reach eternal gain?

6 If a cross your Savior carried,
Needful it for Him to bear,
Can you wonder love hath purposed
In His sorrows you should share?
Still, within the cross Christ gives you,
Kindly stooping from above,
You will find the hidden honey
Of His never-failing love.

7 ’Neath its shadow and its sorrows
Joy shall plume her fragrant wing;
And thy heart, though pierced and bleeding,
Songs of lofty hope shall sing.
Be thou strong, then—look to Jesus!
In thy lot a cross thoul’t find;
Take it up and cheerful bear it,
Cast no lingering look behind.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11095

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