Now Be That Sacrifice Surveyed

Now be that sacrifice survey’d,
Which for our souls the Saviour made,
While love to sinners fir’d his heart,
And conquer’d all the killing smart.

Blest Jesus, while thy grace I sing,
What grateful tgribute shall I bring,
That earth and heav’n and all may see
My love to him, who died for me?

That off’ring, Lord, thy word hath taught;
Nor be thy new command forgot,
That, if their Master’s death can move,
Thy servants should each other love.

When on the cross I fix mine eye,
Let ev’ry savage passion die;
And may I ever ready be
To serve, forgive, and love like thee.