O Show Me Not My Savior Dying

O show me not my Sav­ior dy­ing

As on the cross He bled;

Nor in the tomb

a cap­tive ly­ing

For He has left the dead.

Then bid me not that form ex­tend­ed

For my Re­deem­er own

Who

to the high­est heav­ens as­cend­ed

In glo­ry fills the throne.

Weep not for Him at Cal­va­ry’s sta­tion

Weep on­ly for thy sins;

View where He lay with ex­ul­ta­tion

’Tis there our hope be­gins.

Yet stay not there

thy sor­rows feed­ing

Amid the scenes He trod;

Look up

and see Him in­ter­ced­ing

At the right hand of God.

Still in the shame­ful cross I glo­ry

Where His dear blood was spilt:

His shame­ful cross

set forth be­fore me

Hath can­celed all my guilt.

Yet what

’mid con­flict and temp­ta­tion

Shall strength and hon­or give?

He lives

the Cap­tain of Sal­va­tion

Therefore His serv­ants live.

By death

He death’s dark king de­feat­ed

And ov­er­came the grave:

Rising

the tri­umph He com­plet­ed;

He lives

he reigns to save.

Heaven’s hap­py my­ri­ads bow be­fore Him:

He comes

the Judge of men:

These eyes shall see Him

and adore Him

Lord Je­sus

own me then.