His Death
11.8.
1
Come, children, and learn of the infinite grace
Of Jesus, in coming to die;
He left His bright throne, that all-glorious place,
His beautiful home in the sky.
2
O! think of the Lamb, who on Calvary died,
And died for such sinners as we;
The thorns on His brow, and the spear in His side,
When He suffered and bled on the tree.
3
Ah! never was sorrow so bitter as this,
The anguish He suffered below;
The dear Son of God had done nothing amiss;
For others He tasted such woe.
4
O! think of His love, when He gave up His life
For sinners so guilty as we;
’Twas for them He finished the conflict and strife;
’Twas for them He bled on the tree.
5
Dear little ones, think, is it nothing to you,
The tale of His wonderful grace?
He’ll come in the clouds; will you joyfully view,
Or tremble to look on His face?
6
O may you be led to the Saviour who died,
And died for such sinners as we;
Find shelter from wrath in His once riven side,
Find health in His wounds on the tree.
