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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 Ill fix my eyes for ever
    While the balm of life Ill 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