|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
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.
As on the cross the Saviour hung,, Stanzas 1 & 2
“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.
As on the cross the Saviour hung,, Stanzas 3 & 4
“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.”
As on the cross the Saviour hung,, Stanzas 5 & 6