951    C.M.     J. Swain
“Christ, and him crucified.” 1 Cor. 2. 2; Phil. 3. 10

1 Hark! from the cross a gracious voice
  Salutes my ravished ears;
  “Rejoice, thou ransomed soul, rejoice,
  And dry those falling tears.”

2 Amazed, I turn, grown strangely bold,
  This wondrous thing to see;
  And there the dying Lord behold,
  Stretched on the bloody tree!

3 “Sinner,” he cries, “behold the head
  This thorny wreath entwines;
  Look on these wounded hands, and read
  Thy name in crimson lines.”

4 The power, the sweetness of that voice,
  My stony heart does move;
  Makes me in Christ my Lord rejoice,
  And melts my soul to love.