“They shall look on him whom they pierced.” John 19. 37.
J. Newton C.M.
1
In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.
2
I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood,
Who fixed his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.
3
Sure never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look;
It seemed to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.
4
My conscience felt and owned the guilt,
And plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And helped to nail him there.
5
A second look he gave, which said,
“I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou may’st live.”
