How can I look on Calv’ry’s cross And see my Savior there, With outstretched arms the world to save, My sins Himself to bear? How contemplate and yet withstand Such love as He has shown Who died to draw the sinner near And claim him for His own? O love of God, that bro’t me there, O love so deep, so true, Come fill my longing heart with light And rapture, thro’ and thro’. How can I think of all He bore— The shame, the thorns, the pain, And unrepentant go my way To pierce His heart again? Forsaken in His darkest hour By all, except His God, Shall I deny my blessèd Lord, Who died to lift the rod? No, no! I cannot traitor be To Jesus, King of Love, Tho’ sinner steeped in guilt I am, His mercy I will prove; His blood on Calv’ry’s cross was shed, To save e’en such as me; O Jesus, now accept my all, And draw me close to Thee. -Words: T. A. Owen, 1902.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Apr 2014 21:45:33 +0000
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