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“Christ died for the ungodly.” Rom. 5. 6-8; 4. 25

A. Steele   L.M.

1
Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies;
Hark! his expiring groans arise!
See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide!

2
But life attends each deathful sound,
And flows from every bleeding wound;
The vital stream, how free it flows,
To save and cleanse his rebel foes!

3
To suffer in the traitor’s place,
To die for man, surprising grace!
Yet pass rebellious angels by –
O why for man, dear Saviour, why?

4
Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow?
And yet my heart unmoved remain,
Insensible to love or pain?

5
Come, dearest Lord, thy power impart,
To warm this cold and stupid heart;
Till all its powers and feelings move
In melting grief and ardent love.