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On the Crucifixion
By S. Wesley, senior.
Behold the Saviour of mankind Nail’d to the shameful tree! How vast the love that Him inclined To bleed and die for thee! |
Hark how He groans! while Nature shakes, And earth’s strong pillars bend! The Temple’s veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. |
’Tis done! the precious ransom’s paid; “Receive my soul,” He cries: See where He bows His sacred head! He bows His head, and dies. |
But soon He’ll break Death’s envious chain, And in full glory shine! O Lamb of God, was ever pain, Was ever love like Thine! |
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