1 Yonder amazing sight!--I see
Th' incarnate Son of God
Expiring on th' accursed tree,
And writhing in his blood!
2 Behold the purple torrents run
Down from his hands and head!
The crimson tide puts out the sun!
His groans awake the dead!
3 The trembling earth, the darkened sky,
Proclaim the truth aloud,
And, with th' amazed centurion, cry,
This is the Son of God!
4 So great, so vast a sacrifice
May well my hope revive;
If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,
The sinner sure may live.
5 Oh, that these cords of love divine
Might draw me, Lord, to thee!
Thou hast my heart--it shall be thine--
Thine shall it ever be!
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #194