O my Saviour crucified,
Near Thy cross would I abide,
Gazing with adoring eye
On Thy dying agony.
Jesus bruised and put to shame,
Tells the glories of God's name;
Holy judgment there I found,
Grace did there o'er sin abound.
God is love, I surely know,
In the Saviour's depth of woe,
In the Sinless, in God's sight,
Sin is justly brought to light.
In His spotless soul's distress,
I have learned my guiltiness;
Oh, how vile my low estate,
Since my ransom was so great!
Rent the veil that closed the way
To my home of heavenly day,
In the flesh of Christ the Lord,
Ever be His name adored!
Yet in sight of Calvary,
Contrite should my spirit be,
Rest and holiness there find
Fashioned like my Saviour's mind.
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