But when Jehovah veiled his face,
Unutterable pangs were thine.
4 Let the dumb world its silence break;
Let pealing anthems rend the sky;
Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!
He died that we might never die.
John W. Cunningham, 1820.
119 Zephyr. L.M.
(261) Consecration in View of the Cross.
When I survey the wondrous cross,