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I saw one hanging from a tree,
in agony and blood;
who fixed his languid eyes on me,
as near the cross I stood.
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.
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!
A second look he gave, that said,
“I freely all forgive:
this blood is for my ransom paid,
I die that thou may live.”
Thus while his death my sin displays
in all its blackest hue,
such is the mystery of grace,
it seals my pardon too!
