797    L.M.     J. Hart
The Crucifixion. John 18. 12, 13; 19. 1-30; Isa. 53. 3

1 Now, from the garden to the cross,
  Let us attend the Lamb of God.
  Be all things else accounted dross,
  Compared with sin-atoning blood.

2 [See how the patient Jesus stands,
  Insulted in his lowest case!
  Sinners have bound the Almighty’s hands!
  And spit in their Creator’s face!

3 With thorns his temples gored and gashed,
  Send streams of blood from every part!
  His back’s with knotted scourges lashed,
  But sharper scourges tear his heart!

4 Nailed naked to the accursed wood,
  Exposed to earth and heaven above,
  A spectacle of wounds and blood,
  A prodigy of injured love!

5 [Hark! how his doleful cries affright
  Affected angels, while they view!
  His friends forsook him in the night,
  And now his God forsakes him too!

6 O what a field of battle’s here;
  Vengeance and love their powers oppose!
  Never was such a mighty pair;
  Never were two such desperate foes.]

7 Behold that pale, that languid face,
  That drooping head, those cold dead eyes!
  Behold in sorrow and disgrace,
  Our conquering Hero hangs and dies!

8 Ye that assume his sacred name,
  Now tell me what can all this mean?
  What was it bruised God’s harmless Lamb?
  What was it pierced his soul, but sin?

9 Blush, Christian, blush; let shame abound;
  If sin affects thee not with woe,
  Whatever spirit be in thee found,
  The Spirit of Christ thou dost not know.