Hebrews 12:2: Looking unto Fesus the author and finisher, &c

O TuatT I could look to Thee,
Jesus, lifted up for me,
Me a wounded Jsraelite,
Me expiring in Thy sight!

Guilt the serpent's sting I feel,
Anguish inconceivable,
Bleeding, gasping on the ground,
Dying of the poisonous wound.:
Peers
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But with a believing eye
If I'can my Lord espy,
Hanging on the sacred pole,
I, even I, shall be made whole.
Give me now to find Thee near,
Now as crucified appear;
Life is through Thy wounds alone,
Mine to heal, display Thine own.
Lorp, to Thee I feebly look,
Thou my cause hast undertook,
Author of my faith Thou art,
Stamping pardon on my heart.
But that every moment I
May on Thy dear cross rely,
Still the mystery reveal
Of Thy love unspeakable.
What Thou gav'st me once to know,
O continue to bestow;
Give me, every moment give
By Thy precious death to live.
This my sole eniployment be,
Station'd here on Calvary,
Let me on Thy passion gaze,
Sée Thee dying in my place.
While I thus my Pattern view,
I shall bleed and suffer too,
With the Man of sorrow join'd
One become in heart and mind.
More and'more like Jesus grow,
Till the Finisher I know,
Gain the final victor's wreath,
Perfect love in perfect death.