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The Converted Thief 44
Tune: William Moore, 1825; Arranged by Dr. William Hauser
Lyrics: Samuel Stennett, 1787
Meter: Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6)
As on the cross the Savior hung,
And wept, and bled, and died;
He poured salvation on a wretch,
That languished at His side.
His crimes with inward grief and shame,
The penitent confessed;
Then turned his dying eyes to Christ,
And thus his pray’r addressed.
“Jesus, Thou Son and heir of heav’n!
Thou spotless Lamb of God!
I see Thee bathed in sweat and tears,
And welt’ring in Thy blood.
Yet quickly from these scenes of woe,
In triumph Thou shalt rise;
Burst thro’ the gloomy shades of death,
And shine above the skies.
“Amid the glories of that world,
Dear Savior, think on me,
And in the vict’ries of Thy death,
Let me a sharer be.”
His pray’r the dying Jesus hears,
And instantly replies—
“Today thy parting soul shall be
With me in Paradise.”