Who fix d his languid eyes on me
As near his cross I stood.
3 Sure never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look ;
It seem d to charge me with his death
Though not a word He spoke.
4 My conscience felt, and own d the guilt
And plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And help d to nail Him there.J
5 Alas! I knew not what I did:
But now my tears are vain ;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain.
6 A second look He gave, which said
" I freely all forgive ;
This blood is for thy ransom paid,
I die, that may may st live."
7 Thus while his death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
(Such is the mystery of grace,)
It seals my pardon too.
8 With pleasing grief and mournful joy
My spirit now is fill d,
That I should such a life destroy
Yet live by Him I kill d.
58.
Supplies in the Wilderness.
1 WHEN Isr el, by divine command,
The pathless desert trod,
They found, though twas a barren land
A sure resource in God.
2 A cloudy pillar mark d their road,
And screen d them from the heat;
From the hard rocks the water flow d,
And manna was their meat.
