Gerhard Ter Steegen

Matt. xxvii.46

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.