1 OH, my Saviour crucified
Near Thy cross would I abide,
Gazing with adoring eye
On Thy dying agony.
2 Jesus bruised and put to shame,
Tells the glories of God's name;
Holy judgment there I found,
Grace did there o'er sin abound.
3 God is love I surely know,
In the Saviour's depth of woe,
In the Sinless, in God's sight,
Sin is justly brought to light.
4 In His spotless soul's distress,
I have learnt my guiltiness;
Oh how vile my low estate,
Since my ransom was so great!
5 Rent the veil that closed the way
To my home of heavenly day,
In the flesh of Christ the Lord,
Ever be His name adored!
6 Yet in sight of Calvary,
Contrite should my spirit be,
Rest and holiness there find
Fashioned like my Saviour's mind.
