Still, O soul! the sign and wonder
Of all ages see --
Christ, thy God, the King of glory,
On the Cross for thee;
From the Father's bosom come,
Wandering soul, to bring thee home.
Wouldst thou know if Jesus loves thee?
If He loves thee well?
See Him suffer, broken-hearted,
All the pains of hell --
Smitten, bearing in thy room
All thy guilt, and all thy doom.
See Him of His God forsaken,
Hear His bitter cries
Rise unanswered through the darkness
Of the silent skies --
See the fountain of the blood
Shed to bring thee back to God.
Mine the sin, O mighty Saviour,
Laid by God on Thee --
Mine eternal condemnation
In Thy Cross I see --
In Thine agony divine
See the curse that else were mine.
See the conquest and the triumph
Thou for me hast won;
Justice satisfied for ever,
All God's pleasure done.
Thus, O smitten Rock! from Thee,
Life eternal flows to me.
Unto me, the base, the guilty,
Flows that living flood;
I, Thine enemy, am ransomed
By Thy precious Blood.
Silent at Thy feet I lie,
Lost in love's immensity.