O Lord! when faith with fixéd eyes

Beholds thy wondrous sacrifice,

Love rises to an ardent flame,

And we all other hope disclaim.

2 With cold affections who can see

The thorns, the scourge, the nails, the tree,

The flowing tears and crimson sweat,

The bleeding hands, and head, and feet?

3 Jesus, what millions of our race

Have seen the triumphs of thy grace!

And millions more to thee shall fly,

And on thy sacrifice rely.

4 The sorrow, shame, and death, were thine,

And all the stores of wrath divine!

Ours are the pardon, life, and bliss;

What love can be compared to this!