J. Newton
IN evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear;
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.
Oh the Lamb, the loving Lamb,
The Lamb on Calvary;
The Lamb that was slain and liveth again,
To intercede for me.
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I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood,
Who fixed His languid eyes on me,
As near His cross I stood.
3
Sure never to my latest breath,
Can I forget that look:
It seemed to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.
4
My conscience felt and owned the guilt,
And plunged me in despair:
I saw my sins His blood had shed,
And helped to nail Him there.
5
A second look He gave, which said,
“I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid:
I die that thou may’st live.”
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With pleasing grief and mournful joy,
My spirit now is filled;
That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live by Him I killed.