EN 4499 Stretched on the Cross, the Savior Dies
John.19.17
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Stretched on the cross, the Savior dies,
Hark! His expiring groans arise;
See, how the sacred crimson tide
Flows from His hands, His feet, His side.
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To suffer in the traitor’s place,
To die for man—surprising grace!
Yet pass rebellious angels by—
O why for man, dear Savior, why?
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And didst Thou bleed? for sinners bleed?
And could the sun behold the deed?
No! he withdrew his sickening ray,
And darkness veiled the mourning day.
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Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow,
And yet my heart unmoved remain,
Insensible to love or pain?
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Come, dearest Lord, Thy grace impart,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart,
Till all its powers and passions move,
In melting grief, and ardent love.

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