Charles
Wesley
JESUS
drinks the bitter cup,
The winepress treads alone;
Tears the graves and mountains up
By his expiring groan;
Lo,
the powers of heave he shakes,
Nature in convulsion lies,
Earth’s profoundest centre quakes!
The great Jehovah dies.
O my
god, he dies for me,
I feel the mortal smart!
See him hanging on the tree,
A sight that breaks my heart!
O
that all to thee might turn!
Sinners, ye may love him too,
Look on him ye pierc’d and mourn
For one who bled for you.
Weep
o’er your desire and hope,
With tears of humblest love!
Sing, for Jesus is gone up,
And reigns entron’d above!
Lives
our head to die no more,
Pow’r is all to Jesus given;
Worship’d as was before,
The immortal King of heaven.
Lord,
we bless thee for thy grace
And truth, which never fail:
Hat’ning to behold thy face
Without a dimming vail.
We
shall see our heavenly King,
Help the angel choirs to sing
Our blest triumphant Lamb.
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