When on my beloved I gaze, So
dazzling his beauties appear, His charm so transcendently blaze,
The sight is too melting to bear. When from my own vileness I turn,
To Jesus exposed on the tree, With shame and with wonder I
burn To think what he suffered for me My sins, how black they
appear When in that dear bosom they meet My sins were the nails
and the spear That wounded his hands and his feet It was justice that wreathed
for His head The thorns that encircled it round Your temples
Emmanuel bled That mine might with glory be crowned The wonderful
love of His heart Where He has recorded my name On earth can
be known, but in part Heaven only can bear The full flame In rivers of sorrow it flowed
And flowed in those rivers for me My sins are all drowned in
His blood My soul is both happy and free