158    8.7.     J. Allen & W. Shirley
Waiting at the Cross. John 19. 37; Heb. 12. 3

1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
  Which before the cross I spend,
  Life, and health, and peace possessing
  From the sinner’s dying Friend;
  May I sit for ever viewing
  Mercy’s streams in streams of blood;
  Precious drops my soul bedewing,
  Plead and claim my peace with God!

2 Truly blessèd is this station,
  Low before his cross to lie,
  While I see divine compassion
  Floating in his languid eye.
  Here it is I find my heaven,
  While upon the Lamb I gaze;
  Love I much? I’ve much forgiven;
  I’m a miracle of grace.

3 Love and grief my heart dividing,
  With my tears his feet I’ll bathe;
  Constant still in faith abiding,
  Life deriving from his death.
  May I still enjoy this feeling,
  In all need to Jesus go;
  Prove his wounds each day more healing,
  And himself more deeply know!