Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs ‎#CXLIX

CXLIX. Salvation, in Jesus, on the Cross

1 Here at thy cross, my dying God,
I lay my soul beneath thy love,
Beneath the droppings of thy blood,
Jesus, nor shall it e'er remove.

2 Not all that tyrants think or say,
With rage and lightning in their eyes,
Nor hell shall fright my heart away,
Should hell with all its legions rise.

3 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence,
Moveless and firm this heart should lie;
Resolved (for that's my last defence)
If I must perish there to die.

4 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear;
Am I not safe beneath thy shade?
Thy vengeance will not strike me here,
Nor Satan dare my soul invade.

5 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood,
And all my foes shall lose their aim:
Hosannah to my dying God,
And my best honours to his name.

Text Information

• First Line: Here at thy cross, my dying God
• Title: Salvation, in Jesus, on the Cross
• Author: Watts
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Scripture:
  2 Corinthians 5:14
  ;
  John 3:14-15
  ;
  Acts 13:38-39
• Topic: The Death of Jesus, who Died for All; Who tasted Death for Every Man

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