O Jesus, Sweet the Tears I Shed

O Je­sus

sweet the tears I shed

While at Thy cross I kneel

Gaze on Thy wound­ed

faint­ing head

And all Thy sor­rows feel.

My heart dis­solves to see Thee bleed

This heart so hard be­fore;

I hear Thee for the guil­ty plead

And grief o’er­flows the more.

’Twas for the sin­ful Thou didst die

And I a sin­ner stand;

What love speaks from Thy dy­ing eye

And from each pierc­èd hand!

I know this cleans­ing blood of Thine

Was shed

dear Lord

for me;

For me

for all—O grace di­vine!

Who look by faith to Thee.

O Christ of God! O spot­less Lamb!

By love my soul is drawn;

Henceforth for ev­er Thine I am

Here life and peace are born.

In pa­tient hope the cross I’ll bear

Thine arm shall be my stay;

And Thou

en­throned

my soul shalt spare

On Thy great judg­ment day.