O sinner, lift the eye of
faith,
To true repentance turning;
Bethink thee of the curse
of sin,
Its awful guilt discerning;
Upon the Crucified One
look,
And thou shalt read, as in
a book,
What well is worthy thy
learning.
Look on His
head, that bleeding head,
With crown of thorns
surrounded;
Look on His sacred hands
and feet
Which piercing nails have
wounded;
See every limb with
scourges rent:
On Him, the Just, the
Innocent,
What malice hath abounded!
’Tis not alone those
limbs are racked,
But friends, too, are
forsaking;
And, more than all, for
thankless man
That tender heart is
aching;
Oh, fearful was the pain
and scorn,
By Jesus, Son of Mary,
borne,
Their peace for sinners
making.
None ever knew such pain
before,
Such infinite affliction,
None ever felt a grief like
His
In that dread crucifixion;
For us He bare those bitter
throes,
For us those agonizing
woes,
In oft renewed infliction.
O sinner, mark, and
ponder well
Sin’s awful condemnation;
Think what a sacrifice it
cost
To purchase Thy salvation;
Had Jesus never bled and
died,
Then what could thee and
all betide
But uttermost damnation?
Lord, give us grace to
flee from sin,
And Satan’s wiles
ensnaring,
And from those everlasting
flames
For evil ones preparing.
Jesu, we thank Thee, and
entreat
To rest forever at Thy
feet,
Thy heavenly glory sharing.
