247. S. M. Doddridge.
Attraction of the Cross.
1Behold th' amazing sight,
The Saviour lifted high!
Behold the Father's chief delight
Expire in agony!
2For whom, for whom, my heart,
Were all these sorrows borne?
Why did he feel that piercing smart,
And meet that cruel scorn?
3For love of us he bled,
And all in torture died;
'T was love that bowed his fainting head,
And oped his gushing side.
4In him our hearts unite,
Nor share his grief alone,
But from his cross pursue their flight
To his triumphant throne.