1 Yonder--amazing sight! I see
Th' incarnate Son of God,
Expiring on th' accursed tree,
And welt'ring in his blood.
2 Behold a purple torrent run
Down from his hands and head!
The crimson tide puts out the sun--
His groans awake the dead.
3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky,
Proclaim the truth aloud,
And with th'amaz'd Centur'on cry,
"This is the Son of God."
4 So great, so vast a sacrifice,
May well my hope revive;
If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,
The sinner sure may live.
5 O that these cords of love divine,
Might draw me, Lord to thee;
Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine,
Thine it shall ever be.
|First Line:||Yonder--amazing sight! I see|
|Title:||The attraction of the Cross|