From whence these dire por­tents around,
That earth and Heav’n amaze?
Wherefore do earth­quakes cleave the ground?
Why hides the sun his rays?

Not thus did Sinai’s trem­bling head
With sac­red hor­ror nod,
Beneath the dark pa­vil­ion spread
Of le­gis­lative God!

Thou earth, thy low­est cen­ter shake,
With Je­su sym­pa­thize!
Thou sun, as hell’s deep gloom be black,
’Tis thy cre­at­or dies!

What tongue the tor­tures can des­cribe
Of this vin­dic­tive hour?
Wrath He alone had will to share
As He alone had pow­er!

See stream­ing from th’ac­curs­èd tree
His all-aton­ing blood!
Is this the In­fi­nite? ’Tis He!
My Sav­ior and my God!

For me these pangs His soul as­sail,
For me the death is born!
My sin gave sharp­ness to the nail,
And point­ed ev­ery thorn.

Let sin no more my soul en­slave,
Break, Lord, the ty­rant’s chain;
Oh, save me whom Thou cam’st to save,
Nor bleed nor die in vain!