Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do. Luke 23:34
Cursed be the man, forever cursed,
That doth one willful sin commit;
Death and damnation for the first,
Without relief, and infinite!
Thus Sinai roars; and, round the earth,
Thunder, and fire, and vengeance flings,
But Jesus, Thy dear gasping breath,
And Calvary, say gentler things.
Pardon, and grace, and boundless love,
Streaming along a Savior’s blood;
And life, and joys, and crowns above,
Dear purchased by a bleeding God!
Hark, how He prays (the charming sound
Dwells on His dying lips)
And every groan and gaping wound
Father, let the rebels live!
Go, you that rest upon the law,
And toil, and seek salvation there;
Look to the flames that Moses saw,
And shrink, and tremble, and despair!
But I’ll retire beneath the cross;
Savior, at Thy dear feet I lie:
And the keen sword that justice draws,
Flaming and red, shall pass me by.