The Sin-Offering

Still, O soul! the sign and wonder

Of all ages see—

Christ, thy God, the King of glory,

On the Cross for thee;

From the Father's bosom come,

Wandering soul, to bring thee home.

Wouldst thou know if Jesus loves thee?

If He loves thee well?

See Him suffer, broken-hearted,

All the pains of hell—

Smitten, bearing in thy room

All thy guilt, and all thy doom.

See Him of His God forsaken,

Hear His bitter cries

Rise unanswered through the darkness

Of the silent skies—

See the fountain of the blood

Shed to bring thee back to God.

Mine the sin, O mighty Saviour,

Laid by God on Thee—

Mine eternal condemnation

In Thy Cross I see—

In Thine agony divine

See the curse that else were mine.

See the conquest and the triumph

Thou for me hast won;

Justice satisfied for ever,

All God's pleasure done.

Thus, O smitten Rock! from Thee,

Life eternal flows to me.

Unto me, the base, the guilty,

Flows that living flood;

I, Thine enemy, am ransomed

By Thy precious Blood.

Silent at Thy feet I lie,

Lost in love's immensity.