Look, O Christian!

Look

O Christ­ian! see thy Sav­ior

Stooping ’neath His weigh­ty cross;

Look! and let thy pride and glo­ry

Be to thee as dung and dross.

Mark His torn and bleed­ing tem­ples

And His wea­ry

way-worn feet;

Let thy heart now bow be­fore Him

And thine eyes all tear­ful weep.

See His back all scarred and bleed­ing

Patiently thy griefs He bears;

See the pur­ple robe around Him

And the crown of thorns He wears:

All alone in His sad tra­vail

Help and friends all far away;

But a lit­tle of His sor­row

Filled their hearts with sore dis­may.

See the rab­ble

how they mock Him!

Still no fear His faith ap­palls;

Onwards ’neath His cross He stag­gers

Till be­neath its weight He falls;

Faint

for­sak­en

bruised and smit­ten

Sad and lone­ly on He goes

Goes to where His heart’s blood flow­ing

Shall for ev­er cleanse His foes.

’Mid the taunts of men and de­vils

See Him slow­ly on­wards move;

Drops of blood all si­lent flow­ing

Speak His ev­er­las­ting love.

Many wa­ters round Him rag­ing

Deep loud bel­lows un­to deep;

Still His love

un­quenched and burn­ing

To the end His heart shall keep.

O dis­ci­ples

cease your dream­ing

While thus gaz­ing on your Lord;

Can this world now claim your friend­ship

Sheathed in Je­su’s heart its sword?

Can your path be ev­er plea­sant

Ever free your heart from pain

If in Je­su’s foot­steps tread­ing

You would reach eter­nal gain?

If a cross your Sav­ior car­ried

Needful it for Him to bear

Can you won­der love hath pur­posed

In His sor­rows you should share?

Still

with­in the cross Christ gives you

Kindly stoop­ing from ab­ove

You will find the hid­den ho­ney

Of His nev­er-fail­ing love.

’Neath its sha­dow and its sor­rows

Joy shall plume her frag­rant wing;

And thy heart

though pierced and bleed­ing

Songs of lof­ty hope shall sing.

Be thou strong

then—look to Je­sus!

In thy lot a cross thoul’t find;

Take it up and cheer­ful bear it

Cast no lin­ger­ing look be­hind.