Lord Jesus, When We Stand Afar

Lord Je­sus

when we stand afar

And gaze up­on Thy ho­ly cross

In love of Thee

and scorn of self

O may we count the world as loss!

When we be­hold Thy bleed­ing wounds

And the rough way that Thou hast trod

Make us to hate the load of sin

That lay so hea­vy on our God.

O ho­ly Lord

up­lift­ed high

With out­stretched arms in mor­tal woe

Thou dost em­brace in won­drous love

The sin­ful world that lies be­low.

Give us an ev­er liv­ing faith

To gaze be­yond the things we see;

And in the mys­te­ry of Thy death

Draw us and all men un­to Thee.