I.LVI. When I behold my bleeding God

1 When I behold my bleeding God,
Each Mountain seems a Plain;
But if I e'er forget his Blood,
The Mountains rise again.

2 What means my inbred Sense, so rude,
To war against my Peace?
Or why should Reason bold intrude
Upon a Saviour's Grace?

3 What tho' my Senses loudly say,
I have nor Faith, nor Love;
Nor am I in the living Way
That leads to Realms above?

4 What if to increase still my Grief,
It summons Lust and Pride,
Hardness of Heart, and Unbelief,
And all my Ills beside:

5 And, from the Whole, would witness this,
Thou art devoid of Grace;
How canst thou hope, in Worlds of Bliss,
To see the Saviour's Face?

6 To this, the Witness of my Lord,
(Greater than all in me),
Replies, in his unerring Word,
The Saviour's Grace is free.

7 The Man who works not, but believes
On him who justifies
Ungodly Souls, in Christ receives
The Life that never dies.

8 Our Saviour full Atonement made,
When for our sins he dy'd;
And, when he left Death's gloomy Shade,
Our Persons justify'd.

9 Who shall condemn? 'twas Jesus dy'd,
'Twas Jesus rose again;
He with himself hat justify'd
The sinful Sons of Men.

10 In Hope of what in Christ I am,
Rejoicing, I believe,
Against my hopeless Guilt and Shame,
And thus, by Faith, I live.

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First Line: When I behold my bleeding God
Language: English
Publication Date: 1776
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