ON the wings of faith uprising, Jesus crucified I see; While His love, my soul surprising, Cries, ‘I suffered all for thee!’
When, in true repentance praying, All my guilty sins appear, Then, the wounds of Christ surveying, I can see my pardon there.
Here I’ll fix my eyes for ever While the balm of life I’ll prove; Every wound is like a river Flowing with eternal love.
Who can think, without admiring? Who can hear, and nothing feel? See the Lord of life expiring, Yet retain a heart of steel?
Angels here may gaze and wonder What the God of love could mean, When He tore the heart asunder, Never once defiled with sin!
Joseph Swain, 1761-96‡