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1 When Jesus on the Cross I see;
My soul is mov'd within:
To think my Lord has died for me!
To free my soul from sin.
2 Should such a creature as I am,
My Lord's compassion move;
Astonishing that I should claim
The merits of his love.
3 Sure it would melt my hardn'd heart,
And humble me the more;
Could I but now and feel in part,
The pains my Saviour bore.
4 My proud, my stout, and selfish will,
No longer could abide;
My vile affections prone to ill,
Would soon be crucified.
5 Was all the force of learning join'd
To make me know and feel--
My dark and wretched state of mind,
Yet all could not avail.Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #LXX