See the Lord of glory dying!
See Him gasping! hear Him crying!
See His burdened bosom heave!
Look, ye sinners, ye that hung Him,
Look how deep your sins have stung Him!
Dying sinners, look and live.
See the rocks and mountains shaking,
Earth unto her centre quaking,
Nature’s groans awake the dead;
Look on Phoebus, struck with wonder,
While the peals of legal thunder
Smite the blest Redeemer’s head.
Heaven’s bright melodious legions,
Chanting to the tuneful regions,
Cease to thrill the quiv’ring string;
Songs seraphic all suspended,
Till the mighty war is ended
By the all victor’ous King.