O Je­sus, sweet the tears I shed,
While at Thy cross I kneel,
Gaze on Thy wound­ed, faint­ing head,
And all Thy sor­rows feel.

My heart dis­solves to see Thee bleed,
This heart so hard be­fore;
I hear Thee for the guil­ty plead,
And grief o’er­flows the more.

’Twas for the sin­ful Thou didst die,
And I a sin­ner stand;
What love speaks from Thy dy­ing eye,
And from each pierc­èd hand!

I know this cleans­ing blood of Thine
Was shed, dear Lord, for me;
For me, for all—O grace di­vine!
Who look by faith to Thee.

O Christ of God! O spot­less Lamb!
By love my soul is drawn;
Henceforth for ev­er Thine I am,
Here life and peace are born.

In pa­tient hope the cross I’ll bear,
Thine arm shall be my stay;
And Thou, en­throned, my soul shalt spare,
On Thy great judg­ment day.