When on the cross, my Lord I see
Bleeding to death, for wretch­ed me;
Satan and sin no more can move,
For I am all trans­formed to love.

His thorns and nails pierce through my heart,
In ev­ery groan I bear a part;
I view His wounds with stream­ing eyes,
But see! He bows His head and dies!

Come, sin­ners, view the Lamb of God,
Wounded and dead, and bathed in blood!
Behold His side, and ven­ture near,
The well of en­dless life is here.

Here I for­get my cares and pains;
I drink, yet still my thirst re­mains;
Only the fount­ain-head above,
Can sa­tis­fy the thirst of love.

O, that I thus could al­ways feel!
Lord, more and more Thy love re­veal!
Then my glad tongue shall loud pro­claim
The grace and glo­ry of Thy name.

Thy name dis­pels my guilt and fear,
Revives my heart, and charms my ear;
Affords a balm for ev­ery wound,
And Satan trem­bles at the sound.