O sinner, lift the eye of
faith,
To true repentance turning;
Bethink thee of the curse
of sin,
Its awful guilt discerning;
Upon the Crucified One
look,
And thou shalt read, as in
a book,
What well is worthy thy
learning.
Look on His
head, that bleeding head,
With crown of thorns
surrounded;
Look on His sacred hands
and feet
Which piercing nails have
wounded;
See every limb with
scourges rent:
On Him, the Just, the
Innocent,
What malice hath abounded!
�Tis not alone those
limbs are racked,
But friends, too, are
forsaking;
And, more than all, for
thankless man
That tender heart is
aching;
Oh, fearful was the pain
and scorn,
By Jesus, Son of Mary,
borne,
Their peace for sinners
making.
None ever knew such pain
before,
Such infinite affliction,
None ever felt a grief like
His
In that dread crucifixion;
For us He bare those bitter
throes,
For us those agonizing
woes,
In oft renewed infliction.
O sinner, mark, and
ponder well
Sin�s awful condemnation;
Think what a sacrifice it
cost
To purchase Thy salvation;
Had Jesus never bled and
died,
Then what could thee and
all betide
But uttermost damnation?
Lord, give us grace to
flee from sin,
And Satan�s wiles
ensnaring,
And from those everlasting
flames
For evil ones preparing.
Jesu, we thank Thee, and
entreat
To rest forever at Thy
feet,
Thy heavenly glory sharing.
