Classic Poem

As on the cross, the Saviour hung,
And wept, and bled, and died,
He pour'd salvation on a wretch
That languished at his side.

His crimes, with inward grief and shame,
The penitent confessed,
And turned his dying eyes to Christ,
And thus his pray'r address'd:

" Jesus, thou Son and heir of heaven!
Thou spotless lamb of God!
I see thee bathed in sweat and tears,
And welt'ring in thy blood.

" Yet quickly from these scenes of woe,
In triumph thou shalt rise,
Burst through the gloomy shades of death,
And shine above the skies. "