My Savior, How Thy Soul Was Awed

My Sav­ior

how Thy soul was awed

When

hang­ing on the tree

Thou criedst aloud

My God

my God

Hast Thou for­sak­en Me?

When an­gry foes around Thee strove

And faith­less friends fo­rsook;

And earth be­low

and Heav­en above

Wore one dark threat­en­ing look.

Beneath Thy cross

Lord

let me lie

Thy bleed­ing love to view;

And weep

and watch

and pray that I

May ne’er those wounds re­new.

Beneath Thy cross O let me lie

And mark what Thou hast won

And hear Thy last tri­umph­ant cry

’Tis done! The work is done!

Lord

let my soul that tri­umph share;

I look to Thee to save.

Where is thy sting

O death? and where

Thy vic­to­ry

O grave?