787    7.6.8.     J. Hart
The Crucifixion. Zech. 13. 1; Heb. 4. 15; 12. 3

1 Come, poor sinners, come away;
  In meditation sweet,
  Let us go to Golgotha,
  And kiss our Saviour’s feet.
  Let us in his wounded side
  Wash till we every whit are clean;
  That’s the fountain opened wide
  For filthiness and sin.

2 [Zion’s mourners, cease your fear;
  For lo! the dying Lamb
  Utterly forbids despair
  To all that love his name.
  Him your fellow-sufferer see;
  He was in all things like to you.
  Are you tempted? So was he.
  Deserted? He was too.]

3 Jesus, our Redeemer, shed
  For us his vital blood,
  We, through our victorious Head
  Can now come near to God.
  Sin and sorrow may distress;
  But neither shall us quite control;
  Christ has perfect holiness
  For every sin-sick soul.