Yonder Amazing Sight I See

Yonder—amaz­ing sight!—I see

Th’in­car­nate Son of God

Expiring on the ac­curs­èd tree

And wel­ter­ing in His blood.

Behold a pur­ple tor­rent run

Down from His hands and head:

The crim­son tide puts out the sun;

His groans awake the dead.

The trem­bling earth

the dark­ened sky

Proclaim the truth aloud;

And with th’am­azed cen­tur­ion cry

This is the Son of God.

So great

so vast a sac­ri­fice

May well my hope re­vive:

If God’s own Son thus bleeds and dies

The sin­ner sure may live.

O that these cords of love di­vine

Might draw me

Lord to Thee

Thou hast my heart

it shall be Thine—

Thine it shall ev­er be!