1 As on the cross our Saviour hung,
And wept, and bled, and died;
He pour'd salvation on a wretch
That languish'd at his side,
That languish'd at his side,
That languish'd at his side.

2 His crimes, with inward grief and shame,
The penitent confess'd;
Then turn'd his dying eyes on Christ,
And thus his prayer address'd.

3 “Jesus, thou Son and Heir of heaven,
Thou spotless Lamb of God;
I see thee bathed in sweat and tears,
And welt’ring in thy blood.

4 “Yet quickly from these scenes of wo,
In triumph thou shalt rise;
Burst through the gloomy shades of death,
And shine above the skies.

5 “Amid the glories of that world,
Dear Saviour, think on me;
And in the victories of thy death
Let me a sharer be.”

6 His prayer the dying Jesus heard,
And instantly replies;
To-day thy parting soul shall be
With me in Paradise.