Classic Poem

My heart dissolved 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 pierced hand!

I know this cleansing blood of Thine
Was shed, dear Lord! for me;
For me, for all—oh! 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 shall spare,
On Thy great judgment-day.