O Sinner, Lift the Eye of Faith

O sin­ner

lift the eye of faith

To true re­pent­ance turn­ing;

Bethink thee of the curse of sin

Its aw­ful guilt dis­cern­ing;

Upon the Cru­ci­fied One look

And thou shalt read

as in a book

What well is wor­thy thy learn­ing.

Look on His head

that bleed­ing head

With crown of thorns sur­round­ed;

Look on His sac­red hands and feet

Which pierc­ing nails have wound­ed;

See ev­ery limb with scourg­es rent:

On Him

the Just

the In­no­cent

What ma­lice hath ab­ound­ed!

’Tis not alone those limbs are racked

But friends

too

are for­sak­ing;

And

more than all

for thank­less man

That ten­der heart is ach­ing;

Oh

fear­ful was the pain and scorn

By Je­sus

Son of Ma­ry

borne

Their peace for sin­ners mak­ing.

None ev­er knew such pain be­fore

Such in­fi­nite af­flict­ion

None ev­er felt a grief like His

In that dread cru­ci­fix­ion;

For us He bare those bit­ter throes

For us those ago­niz­ing woes

In oft re­newed in­flict­ion.

O sin­ner

mark

and pon­der well

Sin’s aw­ful con­dem­na­tion;

Think what a sa­cri­fice it cost

To pur­chase Thy sal­va­tion;

Had Je­sus nev­er bled and died

Then what could thee and all be­tide

But ut­ter­most dam­na­tion?

Lord

give us grace to flee from sin

And Sa­tan’s wiles en­snar­ing

And from those ev­er­last­ing flames

For ev­il ones pre­par­ing.

Jesu

we thank Thee

and en­treat

To rest for­ev­er at Thy feet

Thy heav­en­ly glo­ry shar­ing.