Classic Poem

HYMN XXXIX.

Come , let us go and die with him,
Who was content to die for us;
Let's wound and crucify those sins
That nail'd our Saviour to his cross.

May holy indignation raise
A just revenge in every breast!
May every soul, that J ESUS loves,
The very thoughts of sin detest!

Hence all ye viprous brood of vice,
That bring a train of endless woes;
O how I loath and hate you now,
As mine, and as my Saviour's foes!

Yours are the bloody hands that seiz'd,
That bound, that buffeted, that slew
The Lord of life, and on the cross
Your poison'd arrows at him threw.

You are the barb'rous enemies,
Who still refuse that Christ should reign;
Justice demands you should be drag'd
Without the camp, and there be slain.

Hence all your vain deluding arts,
Which the unwary soul beguile;
These have no charms for one that sees
Redeeming mercy on him smile.

My robes, when wash'd in sacred blood,
Shall I again with blots deface?
My soul, by grace advanc'd to heav'n,
Shall I again to hell debase?

Prevent me, O almighty grace!
Nor let me e'er so treacherous prove,
To crucify my Lord afresh,
And render hate for all his love!

His life the model be of mine;
His word the rule to guide my ways;
His cross the death of all my crimes;
His love the subject of my praise.