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|ON the wings of faith uprising,
Jesus crucified I see;
While His love, my soul surprising,
Cries, ‘I suffered all for thee!’
|2||When, in true repentance praying,
All my guilty sins appear,
Then, the wounds of Christ surveying,
I can see my pardon there.
|3||Here I’ll fix my eyes for ever
While the balm of life I’ll prove;
Every wound is like a river
Flowing with eternal love.
|4||Who can think, without admiring?
Who can hear, and nothing feel?
See the Lord of life expiring,
Yet retain a heart of steel?
|5||Angels here may gaze and wonder
What the God of love could mean,
When He tore the heart asunder,
Never once defiled with sin!
|Joseph Swain, 1761-96‡|