1 The Father's holy Eye
Behold his Son in Blood,
With Pleasure infinitely high,
Peculiar to a God.
2 Nor did (when Time began)
That work pronounc'd so good,
Appear so pleasing as this Man,
Adorn'd with Wounds and Blood.
3 This Sign and Token giv'n,
Sufficiently doth prove,
Without another Sign from Heavn'n,
That God, our Father's Love.
4 Here all our Sin hath ceas'd;
Our Joys are here secure;
Our Nature from the Curse relase'd,
Thro' Jesu's Death is pure.
5 Then was our Heav'n brought in,
And we were sav'd from Guilt,
When Christ in Character of Sin,
Annihilation felt.
Source: Christian Hymns, Poems, and Spiritual Songs: sacred to the praise of God our Saviour #I.XLIX