"The Look"
I saw One hanging on a tree in agony and blood,
Who fixed His loving eyes on me, as near His cross I stood.
And never till my dying breath will I forget that look
It seemed to charge me with His death, though not a word He spoke.
My conscience felt and owned the guilt, and plunged me in despair.
I saw my sins His blood had spilt, and helped to nail Him there.
But with a second look He said, "I freely all forgive.
This blood is for your ransom paid. I died that you might live."
Forever etched upon my mind,
Is the look of Him who died,
The Lamb I crucified.
And now my life will sing the praise
Of pure atoning grace,
That looked on me and gladly took my place.
Thus while His death my sin displays for all the world to view,
Such is the mystery of grace: It seals my pardon too.
With pleasing grief and mournful joy, my spirit now is filled-
That I should such a life destroy yet live by Him I killed
Forever etched upon my mind,
Is the look of Him who died,
The Lamb I crucified.
And now my life will sing the praise
Of pure atoning grace,
That looked on me and gladly took my place.
Grace be with you.
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