As the ser­pent raised by Mo­ses
Healed the burn­ing ser­pent’s bite;
Jesus thus Him­self dis­clos­es
To the wound­ed sin­ner’s sight:
Hear His gra­cious in­vi­ta­tion,
“I have life and peace to give,
I have wrought out full sal­va­tion,
Sinner, look to Me and live.

“Pore up­on your sins no long­er,
Well I know their migh­ty guilt;
But My love than death is strong­er,
I My blood have free­ly spilt:
Though your heart has long been hard­ened,
Look on me—it soft shall grow;
Past trans­gress­ions shall be par­doned,
And I’ll wash you white as snow.

“I have seen what you were do­ing,
Though you lit­tle thought of Me;
You were mad­ly bent on ru­in,
But I said—It shall not be:
You had been for ev­er wretch­ed,
Had I not es­poused your part;
Now be­hold My arms out­stretch­èd
To re­ceive you to My heart.

Well may shame, and joy, and won­der,
All your in­ward pass­ions move;
I could crush thee with My thun­der,
But I speak to thee in love:
See! your sins are all for­giv­en,
I have paid the count­less sum!
Now My death has op­ened Hea­ven,
Thither you shall short­ly come.

Dearest Sav­ior, we ado­re Thee
For Thy pre­cious life and death;
Melt each stub­born heart be­fore Thee,
Give us all the eye of faith:
From the law’s con­demn­ing sen­tence,
To Thy mer­cy we ap­peal;
Thou alone canst give re­penta­nce,
Thou alone our souls canst heal.