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2265.
[My sins have done the deed]
And again another Scripture saith, They, &c.
—xix. 37.
My sins have done the deed,
His sacred body torn:
I see Him bow His head,
I look on Him and mourn!
The Man I pierced, 'tis He, 'tis He!
I feel, I feel, He dies for me!
His sacred body torn:
I see Him bow His head,
I look on Him and mourn!
The Man I pierced, 'tis He, 'tis He!
I feel, I feel, He dies for me!
O may I ever gaze
On an expiring God,
On that disfigured face
Deform'd with tears and blood,
Till coming in the clouds I own,
And mount to meet Him on His throne!
On an expiring God,
On that disfigured face
Deform'd with tears and blood,
Till coming in the clouds I own,
And mount to meet Him on His throne!
| CHAPTER XIX. The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||