O Show Me Not My Saviour Dying

O show me not my' Saviour dying,
As on the cross He bled;
Nor in the tomb, a captive Ij'ing,
For He has left the dead:
Then bid me not that form extended
For my Redeemer own,
Who, to the highest heavens ascended.
In glory fills the throne.
Weep not for Him at Calvary's station;
Weep only for thy sins.
View where He lay with exultation, —
'Tis there our hope begins:
Yet stay not there, thy sorrows feeding.
Amid the scenes He trod;
Look up, and see Him interceding
At the right hand of God.
Still in the shameful Cross I glory,
Where His dear blood was spilt;
For there the great Propitiatory
Abolished all my guilt.
Yet what, 'mid conflict and temptation,
Shall strength and succour give?
He lives, the Captain of Salvation;
Therefore His servants live.
By death, He death's dark king defeated,
And overcame the grave;
Rising, the triumph He completed;
He lives. He reigns to save.
Heaven's happy myriads bow before Him;
He comes, the Judge of men;
These eyes shall see Him, and adore Him:
Lord Jesus, own me then.