SALVATION ACCOMPLISHED

Jesus, the Saviour! —yes; ‘tis He!
Victim of wrath, lo, where He hangs,
Nailed with contempt on yonder tree,
The Lord of life in dying pangs!

Hark, how the bursting thunders groan!
See, the swift lightnings flash around!
The startling rocks their God bemoan,
And sighing nature heaves the ground.

O’er all that fills the lucid sky,
Darkness her dismal mantle rolls;
And terrors upon terrors fly
Round the sad world to both her poles.

Nature, all trembling, fled the scene;
Man, only man, obdurate stood;
Nor felt the keen distress of sin,
In tears divine, and groans, and blood.

But, cease, my soul, cease to deplore!
Salvation flowed as Jesus bled;
Then, wrapt in wondering love, adore;
And lift in praise thy drooping head.

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