N ORTHAMPTON T UNE

On the wings of faith uprising,
Jesus crucify'd I see;
While his love, my soul surprising,
Cries, I suffer'd all for thee!

Then, beneath the cross adoring,
Sin does like itself appear;
When, the wounds of Christ exploring,
I can read my pardon there.

Here I'd feast my eyes for ever:
While this balm of life I prove,
Every wound appears a river
Flowing with eternal love!

As the sea, in restitution,
Renders filthy waters clear;
Wash'd in this from deep pollution,
Sinners white as angels are.

Here, the shades of guilt controlling,
Morning dawns from blackest night;
Jesu's eyes, in darkness rolling,
Beam forth everlasting light!

Sorrow proves the spring of pleasure,
War becomes the seed of peace,
Poverty the source of treasure,
Anguish teams with boundless bliss!

Who can think without admiring?
Who can hear and nothing feel?
See the Lord of life expiring,
Yet retain a heart of steel?

Angels here may gaze and wonder
What the God of love could mean,
When he tore the heart asunder
Never once defil'd with sin!