296 His trial o'er, and now, beneath

1 His trial o'er, and now, beneath His own cross faintly bending, Jesus the fatal hill of death Is wearily ascending. And now, His hands and feet pierced through, Upon the cross they raise Him, Where even now, in distant view, The eye of faith surveys Him. 2 O wondrous love, which God most high Towards man was pleased to cherish! His sinless Son He gave to die, That sinners might not perish. Our sin's pollution to remove, His blood was asked and given; So mighty was the Savior's love, So vast the wrath of heaven. 3 Yes! 'tis the cross that breaks the rod And chain of condemnation, And makes a league 'twixt man and God, For our entire salvation. O praise the Father, praise the Son, The Lamb for sinners given, And Holy Ghost, through whom alone Our hearts are raised to heaven.