Extended on a cursed tree, <br />Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and blood, <br />See there, the king of glory see! <br />Sinks and expires the Son of God. <br /> <br />Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done? <br />Who could thy sacred body wound? <br />No guilt thy spotless heart hath known, <br />No guile hath in thy lips been found. <br /> <br />I, I alone, have done the deed! <br />'Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn; <br />My sins have caused thee, Lord, to bleed, <br />Pointed the nail, and fixed the thorn. <br /> <br />The burden, for me to sustain <br />Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid; <br />To heal me, thou hast borne my pain; <br />To bless me, thou a curse wast made. <br /> <br />In the devouring lion's teeth, <br />Torn, and forsook of all, I lay; <br />Thou sprang'st into the jaws of death, <br />From death to save the helpless prey. <br /> <br />Saviour how shall I proclaim? <br />How pay the mighty debt I owe? <br />Let all I have, and all I am, <br />Ceaseless to all thy glory show. <br /> <br />Too much to thee I cannot give; <br />Too much I cannot do for thee; <br />Let all thy love, and all thy grief, <br />Graven on my heart for ever be! <br /> <br />The meek, the still, the lowly mind, <br />O may I learn from thee, my God, <br />And love, with softest pity joined, <br />For those that trample on thy blood! <br /> <br />Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs, <br />O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast, <br />Till loose from flesh and earth I rise, <br />And ever in thy bosom rest.<br /><br />John Wesley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-xxiii-extended-on-a-cursed-tree/
