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-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

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.