The Crucifixion

Verse 1

From whence these direful omens round, Which heav'n and earth amaze? Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground? Why hides the sun his rays?

Verse 2

Well may the earth astonish'd shake, And nature sympathize! The sun as darkest night be black! Their Maker, Jesus, dies!

Verse 3

Behold, fast streaming from the tree, His all-atoning blood! Is this the Infinite? ’tis he, My Saviour and my God!

Verse 4

For me these pangs his soul assail, For me the death is borne; My sins gave sharpness to the nail, And pointed ev'ry thorn.

Verse 5

Let sin no more my soul enslave, Break, Lord, the tyrant chain, Oh save me, whom Thou cam’st to save, Nor bleed, nor die in vain!