Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: When I see thee hanging bleeding
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: James Alexander
Meter: 8s and 7s double
Hymn Number: 59
Page Number: 083, click to see hymnal pages
When I see thee hanging, bleeding,
Dying, on the cruel tree,
Pale in woe, yet interceding
For the men that murder'd thee;
How can I refrain from giving
Life and soul and all away,
On thy promise ever living,
Thee adoring, night and day!
When I see thee upward breaking
From the grave, on high to stand,
And thy rightful empire taking
At the Fathers' blest right hand;
Can I longer doubt thy favor,
Or thy willingness to bless?
No, my interceding Saviour,
Words can ne'er my hope express.
When I feel the fresh bedewing
Of thy spirit on my heart,
All the Fathers' mercy viewing
In the gifts thy pangs impart;
Faith accepts the heavenly sealing;
Tenderness and joy combine,
Peace o'er all my soul is stealing
I am Christ's, and Christ is mine!
Thus when life's short day is ending,
And this mortal yields its power,
May thy spirit condescending
Cleanse and arm me for the hour
At the river's brink arriving,
In thy smile I lose my fear,
Victory then crowns my striving,
Death is gain, for Christ is here!