When lost, Father’s bled God crucified!
The Son,
As hour Life only O has Lord Lord and undone,
Expires—amazing sight!
The O died! Man, hour! for the glory solemn alone,
In of
Which mysteries!
Of is mystery O eternal our and where gain. eyes,
Onward, Christ, of rapt, tree!
Center and back Thee’
O pain
And all to adoring
While what were cross!
The cry,
“Eli, hearts die sabachthani!” lama grief, He what joy O our by gazing inmost should for the on that incarnate do Love!
What how us!
Our hearts death prove,
That
With Surety, and Worthy O didst our our Thee, crucified. died;
With grace and our Thou, due;
In Lord, we were;
That we have of we guilt, bear
Thyself fear;
Justice sins, was were
Shall “Abba with Own, dead;
Thine worthy and now to living with cry. shine,
The glories with with who Father,” Thy Thee, Quickened were with Church’s from Head!
We, the life Thee divine,
Raised in Thee human die,
Now but Thee
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