Matt. xxvii. 46
Still,
O soul! the sign and wonder
Of
all ages
see--
Christ,
thy God, the King of glory,
On
the Cross for
thee;
From
the Father's bosom come,
Wandering
soul, to bring thee home.
Wouldst
thou know if Jesus loves thee?
If
He loves thee
well?
See
Him suffer, broken-hearted,
All
the pains of
hell--
Smitten,
bearing in thy room
All
thy guilt, and all thy doom.
See
Him of His God forsaken,
Hear
His bitter
cries
Rise
unanswered through the darkness
Of
the silent
skies--
See
the fountain of the blood
Shed
to bring thee back to God.
Mine
the sin, O mighty Saviour,
Laid
by God on
Thee--
Mine
eternal condemnation
In
Thy Cross I
see--
In
Thine agony divine
See
the curse that else were mine.
See
the conquest and the triumph
Thou
for me hast
won;
Justice
satisfied for ever,
All
God's pleasure
done.
Thus,
O smitten Rock! from Thee,
Life
eternal flows to me.
Unto
me, the base, the guilty,
Flows
that living
flood;
I,
Thine enemy, am ransomed
By
Thy precious
Blood.
Silent
at Thy feet I lie,
Lost
in love's immensity.
G. T. S.