1 When I the blest Redeemer see
All bleeding on th' accursed tree;
Satan and sin no more can move,
For I am all transform'd to love.

2 His thorns and nails, pierce thro' my heart,
In ev'ry groan I bear a part;
I view his wounds with streaming eyes,
But see! he bows his head and dies!

3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God,
Wounded and dead, and bath'd in blood!
Behold his side, and venture near,
The spring of endless life is here.

4 Here I forget my cares and pains;
I drink, yet still my thirst remains;
Only the fountain-head above,
Can satisfy the thirst with love.

6 Oh, that I thus could always fee!
Lord, more and more thy love reveal!
Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim
The grace and glory of thy name.

6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear,
Revives my heart, and charms my ear;
Affords a balm for ev'ry wound,
Then I with love thy praise resound.