I. Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove
Amid the wonders of thy love,
Sweet hope revives my drooping heart,
And bids intruding fears depart.

II. But while thy suff'rings I survey,
And faith enjoys a heav'nly ray,
These dear memorials of thy pain,
Present anew the dreadful scene.

III. I hear thy groans with deep surprize,
And view thy wounds with weeping eyes,
Each bleeding wound, each dying groan,
With anguish fraught, and pains unknown.

IV. For mortal crimes a sacrifice,
The Lord of life, the Saviour dies:
What love, what mercy, how divine!—
Jesus, and can I call thee mine?—

V. Repentant sorrow fills my heart,
But mingling joy allays the smart
O may my future life declare
The sorrow and the joy sincere.

VI. Be all my heart, and all my days
Devoted to my Saviour's praise;
And let my glad obedience prove
How much I owe, how much I love.