So did the Hebrew prophet raise

The brazen serpent high,

The wounded felt immediate ease,

The camp forbore to die.

"Look upward in the dying hour,

And live," the prophet cries;

But Christ performs a nobler cure,

When Faith lifts up her eyes.

High on the cross the Savior hung,

High in the heav'ns he reigns:

Here sinners by th' old serpent stung

Look, and forget their pains.

When God's own Son is lifted up,

A dying world revives;

The Jew beholds the glorious hope,

Th' expiring Gentile lives.