The Savior! what a noble flame

Was kindled in his breast,

When hasting to Jerusalem

He marched before the rest!

Good–will to men, and zeal for God,

His every thought engross;

He longs to be baptized with blood,

He pants to reach the cross.

With all his suff’rings full in view,

And woes, to us, unknown,

Forth to the task his spirit flew,

’Twas love that urged him on.

LORD, we return thee what we can!

Our hearts shall sound abroad

Salvation, to the dying Man,

And to the rising God!

And while thy bleeding glories here

Engage our wond’ring eyes;

We learn our lighter cross to bear,

And hasten to the skies.