I SING THE PRAISE OF HIM WHO CRIED:
‘œO come now to the Saviour’s side.’
Soldiers scoff with mocking words,
Plunging deep their piercing swords.
How pale His face in anguish borne,
With sore abuse His flesh is torn;
From His patient body pierced,
Blood and water soon released.
Just the very thought of Thee
Leads me gently to The Cross
Where Your grace is all I see
Precious Lamb of Calvary.
I sing the praise of Him who died,
Was scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined.
Crying out upon the tree:
‘œWhy hast thou forsaken me?’
Oh love of God, Oh sin of Man,
This final act my heart demands
That I would every promise know,
Where His streams of mercy flow
I sing the praise of Him who lives,
And makes my coward spirit brave.
Hymns of praise and triumph tell,
He broke age-bound chains of hell.
Now is the Mighty Captive freed!
He lives the sinner’s cause to plead.
‘œMy pierced side, Oh Thomas see;
Faithless one, come and believe!’
Just the very thought of Thee
Leads me gently to the cross
Where Your face is all I see
Precious Lamb of Calvary.
Edwin Brown