Scripture Verse

Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do. Luke 23:34


Albert Midlane

Words: Al­bert Mid­lane, October 5, 1860. Ap­peared in Leaves from Olivet, 1864.

Music: Chartres 15th Cen­tu­ry French tune (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Il Trasporto di Cristo al Sepolcro
Antonio Ciseri 1821–1891


See the blessèd Savior dying
On the cross for ruined man;
There the willing spotless Victim,
Working out redemption’s plan;
Listen to His loving accents,
Father, O forgive! He cries;
Hark! again, He speaks, ’Tis finished!
Ere He bows His head and dies.

With this cruel death before Him,
Every insult, pang, foreseen,
Naught could move Him from His purpose,
No dismay could intervene;
Yea, and through the contradiction,
Nothing could His calmness move:
O the wondrous depths eternal
Of His own almighty love!

Love, which made Him Prince of Glory,
Come to die, the Sinner’s Friend,
Love beyond the reach of mortals,
Deepest thoughts to comprehend.
Sinner, make this love thy portion,
Slight not love so vast and free;
Still unblest, if unforgiven—
Come! the Savior calleth thee.