69 (1) | Psalm 69 Version 1 | CM | |
LORD, I would stand with thoughtful eye Beneath Thy fatal tree, And see Thee bleed, and see Thee die, And think, ‘What love to me!’ |
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2 | Dwell on the sight, my stony heart, Till every pulse within, Shall into contrite sorrow start, And hate the thought of sin. |
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3 | Didst Thou for me, my Saviour, brave The scorn and scourge and gall, The nails, the thorns, the spear, the grave, While I deserved them all? |
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4 | O help me some return to make, To yield my heart to Thee, And do and suffer for Thy sake, As Thou hast done for me. |
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Henry Francis Lyte, 1793-1847 |