So did the Hebrew prophet raise
The brazen serpent high
The wounded felt immediate ease
The camp forbore to die.
Look upward in the dying hour
And live
the prophet cries;
But Christ performs a nobler cure
When Faith lifts up her eyes.
High on the cross the Savior hung
High in the heav’ns he reigns:
Here sinners by th’old serpent stung
Look
and forget their pains.
When God’s own Son is lifted up
A dying world revives;
The Jew beholds the glorious hope
Th’expiring Gentile lives.
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