The Savior, what a noble flame

Verse 1

The Saviour, what a noble flame Was kindl'd in his brest, When hasting to Jerusalem, He march'd before the rest!

Verse 2

Good-will to men and zeal for God His ev'ry thought engross; He longs to be baptiz'd with blood; He pants to reach his cross.

Verse 3

With all his suff'rings full in view, And woes to us unknown, Forth to the task his spirit flew; 'Twas love that urg'd him on.

Verse 4

Lord! we return thee what we can, Our hearts shall sound abroad Salvation to the dying man, And to the rising God!

Verse 5

And while thy bleeding glories here Engage our wond'ring eyes; We learn our lighter cross to bear, And hasten to the skies.