71*. Oh, My Savior Crucified

7s.
by R.C. Chapman
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Oh, my Savior crucified,
 
Near Thy cross would I abide,
 
Gazing with adoring eye
 
On Thy dying agony.
“And they cried out again, Crucify him. Then Pilate said unto them, Why, what evil hath he done? And they cried out the more exceedingly, Crucify him. And so Pilate, willing to content the people, released Barabbas unto them, and delivered Jesus, when he had scourged him, to be crucified. And the soldiers led him away into the hall, called Praetorium; and they call together the whole band. And they clothed him with purple, and platted a crown of thorns, and put it about his head. And began to salute him, Hail, King of the Jews! And they smote him on the head with a reed, and did spit upon him, and bowing their knees worshipped him. And when they had mocked him, they took off the purple from him, and put his own clothes on him, and led him out to crucify him.” (Mark 15:13-20)
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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.
“Because for thy sake I have borne reproach; shame hath covered my face.” (Psalm 69:7)
“But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.” (Isaiah 53:5)
“I gave my back to the smiters, and my cheeks to them that plucked off the hair: I hid not my face from shame and spitting.” (Isaiah 50:6)
“Moreover the law entered, that the offence might abound. But where sin abounded, grace did much more abound.” (Romans 5:20)
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God is love I surely know,
 
In the Savior’s depth of woe;
 
In the Sinless, in God’s sight,
 
Sin is justly brought to light.
“He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.” (1 John 4:8)
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In His spotless soul’s distress,
 
I have learnt my guiltiness;
 
Oh, how vile my low estate,
 
Since my ransom was so great.
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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.
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Yet in sight of Calvary,
 
Contrite should my spirit be,
 
Rest and holiness there find,
 
Fashioned like my Savior’s mind.
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