I Saw One Hanging on a Tree

I saw One hang­ing on a tree

In ag­ony and blood

Who fixed His lan­guid eyes on me

As near His cross I stood.

O

can it be

up­on a tree

The Sav­ior died for me?

My soul is thrilled

my heart is filled

To think He died for me!

Sure

nev­er to my lat­est breath

Can I for­get that look;

It seemed to charge me with His death

Though not a word He spoke.

My con­sci­ence felt and owned the guilt

And plunged me in des­pair

I saw my sins His blood had spilt

And helped to nail Him there.

A se­cond look He gave

which said

I free­ly all for­give;

This blood is for thy ran­som paid;

I die that thou mayst live.