Hymns for the Use of Families, 157

Delight, and softest sympathy,
My faithful heart divide,
When I behold the shameful tree
Where my Beloved died!
I look on Him whose blood redeems,
And bears me up to God;
I look — and while the fountain streams,
My tears increase the flood.
I want to pour a sea of tears,
With blessed grief to mourn,
I n view of Him, whose form appears
By my offences torn:
My sins have done the' atrocious deed,
Have caused the killing smart,
And pierced His soul, and made Him bleed
The balm that breaks my heart.
His precious blood both wounds and heals,
(When faith the balm applies,)
My peace restores, my pardon seals,
My nature sanctifies;
His precious blood the life inspires
Which angels live above,
And fills my infinite desires,
And turns me all to love.