I saw One hanging on a tree,In agony and blood;
He fixed His languid eyes on me,As near His cross I stood.
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Oh,can it be,upon a tree The Saviour died for me?
My sould is thrilled,my heart is filled,
To think He died for me.
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Sure,never,till my latest breath,Can I forget that look:
It seemed to charge me with His death,Though not a word He spoke.
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My conscience felt and owned the guilt,And plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins His blood had spilt And helped to nail Him there.
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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.
Oh,can it be,upon a tree The Saviour died for me?
My soul is thrilled,my heart is filled,
To think He died for me!
A second look He gave,which said,“I freely all forgive:
This blood is for thy ransom paid,I die that thou may’st live.”
Oh,can it be,upon a tree The Saviour died for me?
My soul is thrilled,My heart is filled,
To think He died for me!
I had never heard this hymn until I started pastoring here at FBC of Fernwood. I do not remember ever singing this hymn before,but when we sang it one Sunday night in Febuary 2008,I could not stop singing it. We have sung it at least twelve times since then. My patient son is always willing to play it. The hymn is by John Newton who also wrote Amazing Grace.