Upon a scene excelling all before!
And as the mighty Moses, when he saw
The Burning Bush with overwhelming awe,
Put off his shoes before the fire of God,
That he might worship on the sacred sod;
So thou from sin, and self, and sense set free,
Ascend the Holy Hill of Calvary!
Behold the Cross, in wreaths of sable furl'd,
The atoning Altar of a guilty world!
Look on thy Jesus in His final hour,
Till the look thrills thee with transforming power:
Hear His last words - the prayer - the bitter cry
That rends the Veil - and rocks the earth and sky:
Lo! how He Bows - when He resigns His breath,
That Head - which holds the crown of life and death.
And now the spear hath pierc'd His rifted side,
Whence flows for sinful man a double tide:
Oh! Glorious Cross! the "Tree of Lover" art Thou!
To Thee I kneel - beneath Thy shade I bow:
To Him - whom thou didst lift from earth to heaven;
Be my whole heart in sweet affection given!