Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove
Amid the wonders of Thy love,
Sweet hope revives my drooping heart,
And bids intruding fears depart.

But while Thy sufferings I survey,
And faith enjoys a heav’nly ray,
These dear memorials of Thy pain,
Present anew the dreadful scene.

I hear Thy groans with deep sur­prise,
And view Thy wounds with weeping eyes,
Each bleeding wound, each dying groan,
With anguish fraught, and pains un­known.

For mortal crimes a sacrifice,
The Lord of life, the Sav­ior dies:
What love, what mercy, how divine!
O Je­sus, can I call Thee mine?

Repentant sorrow fills my heart,
But mingling joy allays the smart;
O may my future life declare
The sorrow and the joy sincere.

Be all my heart, and all my days
Devoted to my Sav­ior’s praise;
And let my glad obedience prove
How much I owe, how much I love.