SEE the destined day arise,
See a willing sacrifice,
JESUS, to redeem our loss,
Hangs upon the shameful cross.
JESUS, who but Thou had borne,
Lifted on that tree of scorn,
Every pang and bitter throe,
Finishing Thy life of woe ?
Who but Thou had dared to drain,
Steep'd in gall, the cup of pain;
And with tender body bear
Thorns, and nails, and piercing spear?
Thence pour'd forth the water flow'd,
Mingled from Thy side with blood;
Sign to all attesting eyes
Of the finish'd sacrifice.
Holy JESUS, grant us grace
In that sacrifice to place
All our trust for life renew'd,
Pardon'd sin, and promised good.