Scripture Verse

They shall look upon Me whom they have pierced, and they shall mourn. Zechariah 12:10

Introduction

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Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Words: Is­aac Watts, Hymns and Sac­red Songs, Book 3, 1709, num­ber 4. Christ’s dy­ing love, or, our par­don bought at a dear price.

Music: Ho­ly Cross James C. Wade, 1865 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Wade (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

How con­des­cend­ing and how kind
Was God’s eter­nal Son!
Our mi­se­ry reached His heav’n­ly mind,
And pi­ty brought Him down.

When Jus­tice, by our sins pro­voked,
Drew forth his dread­ful sword,
He gave His soul up to the stroke
Without a mur­mur­ing word.

He sank be­neath our hea­vy woes,
To raise us to His throne;
There’s ne’er a gift His hand be­stows
But cost His heart a groan.

This was com­pas­sion like a God,
That when the Sav­ior knew
The price of par­don was His blood,
His pi­ty ne’er withd­rew.

Now, though He reigns ex­alt­ed high,
His love is still as great;
Well He re­mem­bers Cal­va­ry,
Nor let His saints for­get.

Here we be­hold His bow­els roll,
As kind as when He died;
And see the sor­rows of His soul
Bleed thro’ His wound­ed side.

Here we re­ceive re­peat­ed seals
Of Je­sus’ dy­ing love:
Hard is the wretch that ne­ver feels
One soft af­fect­ion move.

Here let our hearts be­gin to melt,
While we His death re­cord,
And with our joy for par­doned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.