R. Chapman

7.7.7.7.

O MY Saviour crucified!

Near Thy cross would I abide,

Gazing with adoring eye

On Thy dying agony.

2

Jesus bruised and put to shame,

Tells the glories of God’s name:

Holy judgement there I found,

Grace did there o’er sin abound.

3

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.

4

In His spotless soul’s distress

I have learnt my guiltiness;

O how vile my low estate,

Since my ransom was so great.

5

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!

6

Yet in sight of Calvary

Contrite should be my spirit be,

Rest and holiness there find,

Fashioned like my Saviour’s mind.