Yonder Amazing Sight I See

Yonder amazing sight!–I see
Th’ incarnate Son of God
Expiring on th’ accursed tree,
And writhing in his blood!

Behold the purple torrents run
Down from his hands and head!
The crimson tide puts out the sun!
His groans awake the dead!

The trembling earth, the darkened sky,
Proclaim the truth aloud,
And, with th’ amazed centurion, cry,
This is the Son of God!

So great, so vast a sacrifice
May well my hope revive;
If God’s own Son thus bleeds and dies,
The sinner sure may live.

Oh, that these cords of love divine
Might draw me, Lord, to thee!
Thou hast my heart–it shall be thine–
Thine shall it ever be!