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ZECHARIAH XII. 10.
From the German.
“They shall look upon Me whom they have pierced.”
Extended on a cursed tree,
Besmear'd with dust, and sweat, and blood,
See there, the King of Glory see!
Sinks and expires the Son of God!
Besmear'd with dust, and sweat, and blood,
See there, the King of Glory see!
Sinks and expires the Son of God!
Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done?
Who could Thy sacred body wound?
No guilt Thy spotless heart hath known;
No guile hath in Thy lips been found.
Who could Thy sacred body wound?
No guilt Thy spotless heart hath known;
No guile hath in Thy lips been found.
I, I alone have done the deed!
'Tis I Thy sacred flesh have torn:
My sins have caused Thee, Lord, to bleed,
Pointed the nail and fix'd the thorn.
'Tis I Thy sacred flesh have torn:
My sins have caused Thee, Lord, to bleed,
Pointed the nail and fix'd the thorn.
The burden, for me to sustain
Too great, on Thee, my Lord, was laid:
To heal me, Thou hast borne my pain;
To bless me, Thou a curse wast made.
Too great, on Thee, my Lord, was laid:
To heal me, Thou hast borne my pain;
To bless me, Thou a curse wast made.
In the devouring lion's teeth
Torn, and forsook of all, I lay;
Thou spring'st into the jaws of death,
From death to save the helpless prey.
Torn, and forsook of all, I lay;
Thou spring'st into the jaws of death,
From death to save the helpless prey.
My Saviour, how shall I proclaim,
How pay the mighty debt I owe?
Let all I have, and all I am
Ceaseless to all Thy glory show.
How pay the mighty debt I owe?
Let all I have, and all I am
Ceaseless to all Thy glory show.
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Too much to Thee I cannot give,
Too much I cannot do for Thee:
Let all Thy love, and all Thy grief
Graven on my heart for ever be!
Too much I cannot do for Thee:
Let all Thy love, and all Thy grief
Graven on my heart for ever be!
The meek, the still, the lowly mind,
O, may I learn from Thee, my God;
And love with softest pity join'd
For those that trample on Thy blood.
O, may I learn from Thee, my God;
And love with softest pity join'd
For those that trample on Thy blood.
Still let Thy tears, Thy groans, Thy sighs
O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast,
Till loose from flesh and earth I rise,
And ever in Thy bosom rest.
O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast,
Till loose from flesh and earth I rise,
And ever in Thy bosom rest.
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