1123    L.M.     A. Steele
“Christ died for the ungodly.” Rom. 5. 6-8; 4. 25

1 Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies;
  Hark! his expiring groans arise!
  See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
  Runs down the sacred crimson tide!

2 But life attends each deathful sound,
  And flows from every bleeding wound;
  The vital stream, how free it flows,
  To save and cleanse his rebel foes!

3 To suffer in the traitor’s place,
  To die for man, surprising grace!
  Yet pass rebellious angels by –
  O why for man, dear Saviour, why?

4 Can I survey this scene of woe,
  Where mingling grief and wonder flow?
  And yet my heart unmoved remain,
  Insensible to love or pain?

5 Come, dearest Lord, thy power impart,
  To warm this cold and stupid heart;
  Till all its powers and feelings move
  In melting grief and ardent love.