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|HOW willing was Jesus to die,
That we rebel sinners might live!
The life they could not take away,
How ready was Jesus to give!
|2||They pierced through His hands and His feet,
His body He freely resigned;
The pains of His flesh were so great!
But greater the pangs of His mind!
|3||Such wrath as would kindle a hell
Of never-abating despair
For millions of sinnersthen fell
On Jesus, and spent itself there.
|4||’Twas justice that fell in that hour
On Jesus our Saviour’s dear head;
Divinity’s indwelling power
Sustained Him till nature was dead.
|5||No nearer we venture to gaze
On sorrow so deep, so profound;
But tread with amazement, and praise
And reverence such hallowed ground.
|Joseph Swain, 1761-96‡|