1 Jesus when faith with fixed eyes
Beholds thy wond'rous sacrifice,
Love rises to an ardent flame,
And we all other hope disclaim.
2 With cold affections who can see
The thorns, the scourge, the nails, the tree,
Thy flowing tears, and purple sweat,
Thy bleeding hands, and head, and feet?
3 Look, saints, into his opening side,
The breach how large, how deep, how wide!
Thence issues forth a double flood,
Of cleansing water, pardoning blood.
4 Hence, O my soul, a balsam flows,
To heal thy wounds and cure thy woes;
Immortal joys come streaming down,
Joys, like his griefs, immense, unknown.
5 Thus I could sit, and ever sing
The sufferings of my heavenly king;
With glowing pleasure spread abroad
The mysteries of a dying God.
Source: A Selection of Hymns: from the best authors, intended to be an appendix to Dr. Watt's psalms and hymns. (1st Am. ed.) #CDLXXVII
First Line: | Jesus, when faith with fixed eyes |
Title: | My Body given for You |
Author: | Benjamin Beddome (1782) |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8 |
Source: | A Collection of Hymns for Christians of All Denominations, 1782 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |