247. S. M. Doddridge. Attraction of the Cross.

1 Behold th' amazing sight,
The Saviour lifted high!
Behold the Father's chief delight
Expire in agony!

2 For whom, for whom, my heart,
Were all these sorrows borne?
Why did he feel that piercing smart,
And meet that cruel scorn?

3 For love of us he bled,
And all in torture died;
'T was love that bowed his fainting head,
And oped his gushing side.

4 In him our hearts unite,
Nor share his grief alone,
But from his cross pursue their flight
To his triumphant throne.