Truly blessed is this station,
Low before His cross to lie,
While I see divine compassion
Flowing in His languid eye.
Here it is I find my heaven,
While I gaze upon the Lamb.
Love I much, I’ve much forgiven,
I’m a miracle of grace.
Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears His feet I’ll bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from His death.
May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go;
Prove His wounds each day more healing,
And Himself more deeply know.