Verse 1
From Thee his fav’rite, why
Doth God his face conceal?
Because He would not have us die,
The world he lov’d so well:
Because in love with pain
Thou dost for sinners bleed,
Thyself abandon to be slain
A Victim in our stead.
Verse 2
Casting a dying look
Thy God thou cou’dst not find,
Because thy Spirit had forsook
Our whole apostate kind,
Nor could our fallen race
Rise and return to God,
Or e’er retrieve thy Spirit’s grace,
But thro’ thy sprinkled blood.