When on the Cross, My Lord I See

When on the cross

my Lord I see

Bleeding to death

for wretch­ed me;

Satan and sin no more can move

For I am all trans­formed to love.

His thorns and nails pierce through my heart

In ev­ery groan I bear a part;

I view His wounds with stream­ing eyes

But see! He bows His head and dies!

Come

sin­ners

view the Lamb of God

Wounded and dead

and bathed in blood!

Behold His side

and ven­ture near

The well of en­dless life is here.

Here I for­get my cares and pains;

I drink

yet still my thirst re­mains;

Only the fount­ain-head above

Can sa­tis­fy the thirst of love.

O

that I thus could al­ways feel!

Lord

more and more Thy love re­veal!

Then my glad tongue shall loud pro­claim

The grace and glo­ry of Thy name.

Thy name dis­pels my guilt and fear

Revives my heart

and charms my ear;

Affords a balm for ev­ery wound

And Satan trem­bles at the sound.