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1 O sinner, for a little space Lift up thine eyes, discerning How terrible a thing is sin; And so to wisdom turning, Upon the crucified One look, And thou shalt read, as in a book, What well is worth thy learning. 2 Look on His head, that bleeding head, With crown of thorns surrounded; Look on His sacred hands and feet, Which piercing nails have wounded; See every limb with scourges rent; On Him, the just, the innocent, What malice hath abounded! 3 'Tis not alone those tender limbs With so much pain are aching; For the ingratitude of man His heart within is breaking. O fearful was the chastisement The Son of Mary underwent, The place of sinners taking. 4 No man has any sorrow borne Like unto that affliction, When Jesus for our sake endured His people's contradiction; Beyond imagination were The sufferings He willed to bear In that dread crucifixion. 5 Now mark, O man, and ponder well Sin's awful condemnation. For whom were all those wounded endured? To purchase thy salvation. Had Jesus never bled and died, Then what could thee and all betide But fiery reprobation? 6 Flee, therefore, sinner, flee from sin And Satan's wiles ensnaring; Flee from those everlasting flames For evil ones preparing. O thank thy Savior, and entreat To rest hereafter at His feet, The life eternal sharing. | The Lutheran Hymnary #309 (1913) |