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.