1 My Song shall be of him who dy'd
Upon the Mount of Calvary;
His Name, his blood,and Nought beside
Shall be my Theme eternally.
2 I view him in his infant Form,
Poor, helpless, in a Manger laid;
To rescue me, a worthless Worm,
Th' eternal Word my Flesh was made.
3 At eight Days old the Saviour bled;
To purge our Filth his Blood was spilt;
Thus all the Members, in the Head,
Were purg'd from their parental Guilt.
4 A Man of Sorrows was my Lord,
Tempted like me in ev'ry Point;
That he true Succour might afford
To tempted Souls, who else would faint.
5 Despis'd and friendless was the lamb,
Abased to a low Degree,
Refus'd by all with Scorn and Shame,
That he our faithful Friedn might be.
6 Mark how he loves his Blood-bought Friends!
When in his greatest Agony
He pleads for them, he them defends,
The're as the Apple of his Eye.
7 For when the Multitude came on
To drag him to the cursed Tree;
Whom seek ye? (says the holy One)
If me you seek, the Children free.
8 When thus accepted, in our Stead,
Justice the Sinner did release;
And for the Members smote the Head,
Chastis'd him for our Breach of Peace.
Source: Christian Hymns, Poems, and Spiritual Songs: sacred to the praise of God our Saviour #II.I