Looking to the Cross

Verse 1

I saw One hanging on a tree, In agony and blood; He fixed His loving eyes on me, As near His cross I stood.

Chorus

O, can it be, upon a tree The Savior died for me? My soul is thrilled, my heart is filled, To think He died for me!

Verse 2

Sure, never to my latest breath, Can I forget that look; It seemed to charge me with His death, Though not a word He spoke.

Verse 3

My conscience felt and owned the guilt, And plunged me in despair: I saw my sins His blood had spilt And helped to nail Him there.

Verse 4

A second look He gave, which said, “I freely all forgive: This blood is for your ransom paid, I die that you may live.”