Text: | See how the patient Jesus Stands |
Author: | Joseph Hart |
1 See how patient Jesus stands,
Insulted in his lowest case!
Sinners have bound the almighty hands,
And spit in their Creator's face.
2 With thorns his temples gored and gashed
Send streams of blood from every part:
His back's with knotted scourges lashed,
But sharper scourges tear his heart.
3 Nailed naked to the accursed wood,
Exposed to earth and heaven above,
A spectacle of wounds and blood,
a prodigy of injured love!
4 Hark! how his doleful cries affright
Affected angels, while they view;
His friends forsook him in the night,
And now His God forsakes him, too!
5 Behold that pale, that languid face,
That drooping head, those languid eyes!
Behold in sorrow and disgrace
Our conquering Hero hangs, and dies!
6 Ye that assume His sacred name,
Now tell me, what can all this mean?
What was it bruised God's harmless Lamb,
What was it pierced his soul but sin?
7 Blush, Christian, blush; let shame abound:
If sin affects thee not with woe,
Whatever life is in thee found,
The life of Christ thou dost not know.
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First Line: | See how the patient Jesus Stands |
Author: | Joseph Hart |
Meter: | L.M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1888 |