97 "HE night of agony hath passed; The day of doom hath dawned at last : A felon hangs on either side: The powers of darkness do their worst, 98 SACRED Head, surrounded O bleeding Head, so wounded, I see Thy strength and vigour. O love to sinners free! In this Thy bitter Passion, For ever would I rest, In Thy dear love confiding, 99 SON ON of Man, to Thee we cry ; Of Thy dwelling here on earth, Lamb of God, to Thee we cry ; By Thy pangs, to us unknown, Prince of Life, to Thee we cry ; Lord of Glory, God Most High, With Thy love our bosom fill, 100 WHEN I survey the wondrous Cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? Were the whole realm of nature mine, ΙΟΙ TH HERE is a fountain filled with blood, And sinners plunged beneath that flood The dying thief rejoiced to see Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Till all the ransomed Church of God E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing Thy power to save; When this poor lisping, stammering tongue |