A Dying Savior

Verse 1

Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies; Hark! His expiring groans arise! See, from His hands, His feet, His side, Runs down the sacred crimson tide!

Verse 2

But life attends the deathful sound, And flows from every bleeding wound; The vital stream, how free it flows To save and cleanse His rebel foes!

Verse 3

To suffer in the traitor's place, To die for man, surprising grace! Yet pass rebellious angels by-- Oh why for man, dear Saviour, why?

Verse 4

Can I survey this scene of woe, Where mingling grief and wonder flow; And yet my heart unmoved remain, Insensible to love or pain?

Verse 5

Come, dearest Lord! Thy grace impart, To warn this cold, unfeeling heart; Till all its powers and passions move In melting grief and ardent love.