As for me, I know of nothing else but miracles. - Walt Whitman

Friday, April 22, 2011

Golgotha




Sit and pause awhile, my spirit,
This great miracle behold;
See the King of highest merit
On the cross, so bare and cold!
Out of Heaven God has given
His own Son in love untold!

That your Saviour loves you dearly,
He upon the cross has proved,
Where in torments most severely
He from God was far removed.
In His anguish He must languish
For the sinful men He loved.

Thus His soul of God forsaken,
Filled with sorrow to its depth,
And His flesh is likewise shaken, 
Tortured unto His last breath;
All His vigor, All His power
Is exhausted unto death.

These, the fruits of our transgression,
Fell unto Thee, Saviour dear,
While this wrathful condemnation
We deserved as sinners here.
These afflictions and convictions
We unworthy ones should bear.

Yet Thy suffering has defeated
Satan's power, yea, death and hell;
Through Thy death Thou hast completed
Thy dear Heavenly Father's will.
Thus is given to us even
Life eternal to fulfill.

In humility, dear Saviour,
Thou for me, I know, hast died;
Though I was Thy foe, Redeemer,
Thou for me wast crucified. 
Silence keep I, humbly weep I!
Thus through Thee I'm justified!

Thou, Lord, hast for me devoted
Soul and body, life and all;
So there shall be consecrated
All I have, both great and small,
All my efforts and endeavor
To Thy service and Thy call.

Through the power of Thy dying,
Into Thy death, Lord, draw me;
Let my body, all my being,
There be nailed, Lord, with Thee;
Calm and gentle may my will be;
To my love give purity!


2 comments:

  1. One of my very favorite hymns in the Zion's Harp!! I love the melody, too! Thanks!

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