See the Blessèd Savior Dying

See the bless­èd Sav­ior dy­ing

On the cross for ru­ined man;

There the will­ing spot­less Vic­tim

Working out re­demp­tion’s plan;

Listen to His lov­ing ac­cents

Fa­ther

O for­give! He cries;

Hark! again

He speaks

’Tis fin­ished!

Ere He bows His head and dies.

With this cru­el death be­fore Him

Every in­sult

pang

fore­seen

Naught could move Him from His pur­pose

No dis­may could in­ter­vene;

Yea

and through the con­tra­dict­ion

Nothing could His calm­ness move:

O the won­drous depths eter­nal

Of His own al­migh­ty love!

Love

which made Him Prince of Glo­ry

Come to die

the Sin­ner’s Friend

Love be­yond the reach of mor­tals

Deepest thoughts to com­pre­hend.

Sinner

make this love thy por­tion

Slight not love so vast and free;

Still un­blest

if un­for­giv­en—

Come! the Sav­ior call­eth thee.