Within my heart, O Lord, ful­fill
The pur­pose of Thy death and pain,
That all may know Thou liv­est still
In blood-washed hearts to rule and reign.

O Lord, I gaze up­on Thy face,
That suf­fer­ing face so marred for me;
Touched by the won­ders of Thy grace
My heart in love goes out to Thee.

O Sav­ior, by Thy bleed­ing form
The world is cru­ci­fied to me;
Thy lov­ing heart, so rent and torn,
Thy suf­fer­ing bids me share with Thee.

’Twas on the cross Thou didst re­deem
My soul from sin and dark des­pair;
’Tis near the cross I would be seen,
And wel­come ev­ery sin­ner there.