1 See, my soul, with wonder see
Th' incarnate deity:
Human nature he assumes,
He to ransom sinners comes.
He was not conceiv'd in sin,
He was infinitely clean;
Him no sinful spot disguis'd,
Yet, lo! he was circumcis'd.

2 He fulfil'd all righteousness,
Standing in our legal place,
From the cradle to the cross,
All he did he did for us.
He did all our woes retrieve,
He expir'd that we might live:
By his stripes our wounds are heal'd,
By his blood our peace is seal'd.

3 Jesus' pain procures our ease;
Jesus' dear is our release;
Jesus' cross obtains our crown;
Jesus' sepulchre our throne.
Lord, conform us to thy death;
Bid our sins yield up their breath;
By thy resurrection's pow'r,
Make our souls to glory soar.

4 Circumcise our filthy hearts,
Purify our inward parts;
Lord, destroy the carnal mind,
That in thee we peace may find;
In thy righteousness array'd,
Let us triumph and be glad;
Let us walk with thee in white,
'Till we see thy face in light.