Borne away in mind and spirit To the solemn, awful scene Of Mount Calv’ry’s sacred summit, Where we see the crimson stream Flowing from the side of Jesus, That has washed us snowy white; Here we seem in awe to compass Round the reeking cross tonight.
Refrain: Behold, He dies, oh, wondrous love! He dies, He dies for me.
Hark! we seem to hear Him utter Prayer of love so warm and true, Do “forgive them, O My Father, For they know not what they do”; Once again the Savior crying, Nature’s pillars shake and give; Lo! the Son of God is dying: Guilty sinner, look and live.
O my Lord, what dreadful darkness, Spreading sable gloom around, Lo, Thy death the rocks are rending, Shaking deep the solid ground; Suffered so creation’s Author, All for sinners to atone? Can the human heart be harder Than the flinty granite stone?
Round Thy table here we gather And commune, dear Lord, with Thee; In the consecrated emblems, Lo! Thy precious blood we see— See Thy dear atoning passion, And our holy unity; Oh, we’ll keep Thy blest memorial, Till anew we sup with Thee.
Faith Publishing House, Echoes from Heaven, 1976 (14)
The Gospel Trumpet Company, Select Hymns, 1911 (168)