950    C.M.     W. Batty
“They … led him away to crucify him.” Matt. 27. 31

1 What object’s this which meets my eyes
  Without Jerusalem’s gate;
  Which fills my mind with such surprise
  As wonder to create?

2 Who can it be that groans beneath
  A cross of massy wood;
  Whose soul’s o’erwhelmed in pains of death
  And body bathed in blood?

3 Is this the Man? can this be he
  The prophets have foretold
  Should with transgressors numbered be,
  And for their crimes be sold?

4 Yes, now I know ’tis he, ’tis he!
  ’Tis Jesus, God’s dear Son,
  Wrapped in humanity, to die
  For crimes that I had done!

5 O blessed sight, O lovely form,
  To sinful souls like me;
  I’d creep beside him as a worm,
  And see him bleed for me.

6 I’d hear his groans, and view each wound,
  Until, with happy John,
  I on his breast a place have found
  Sweetly to lean upon.