My Body given for You

Verse 1

Jesus, when faith with fixed eyes Beholds thy wond'rous sacrifice, Love rises to an ardent flame, And we all other hope disclaim.

Verse 2

With cold affections who can see The thorns, the scourge, the nails, the tree, Thy flowing tears, and purple sweat, Thy bleeding hands, and head, and feet?

Verse 3

Look, saints, into his op'ning side, The breach how large, how deep, how wide! Thence issues forth a double flood, Of cleansing water, pard'ning blood.

Verse 4

Hence, O my soul, a balsam flows, To heal thy wounds and cure thy woes; Immortal joys come streaming down, Joys, like his griefs, immense, unknown.

Verse 5

Thus I could sit, and ever sing, The suff'rings of my heav'nly King; With glowing pleasure spread abroad The myst'ries of a dying God.