1 Whence can it be that those deep Wonders rise
In my poor Heart? I view a Sacrifice!
What is the Off'irng, say - what can it be?
Is it the God of Ages? yes, 'tis he!

2 With Wonders gaze I, and with deepest Shame,
Upon the dying God, the bleeding lamb!
Stand in amaze with me, Heav'n, Earth and Skies,
I, who was lost, am found by Sacrifice!

3 This Sacrifice sufficient is for all
Who feel their Curse and Bondage in the Fall;
This Sacrifice, approv'd complete and good,
Atones thro' Smart, and purifies by Blood.

4 Christ is the Sacrifice, that slaughter'd Lamb,
Thro' whose Blood-shedding I accepted am:
He offer'd up himself in Blood for me,
That I from Condemnation might be free.

5 Adieu to all beside my Lord and God,
Thus crucify'd upon a Cross of Wood;
In Heav'n, and Earth, I stand oblig'd to none
But him, who did for all my Sins atone.

6 O! Jesus, I adore thy lovely Name;
Thy Wounds have purg'd me from all Sin and Shame;
Thou hast allur'd and drawn my Soul to thee,
Where I, in Life, and Death, shall happy be.