Verse 1
Expiring in the sinner’s place,
Crush’d with the universal load
He hangs!—Adown his mournful face,
See trickling fast the tears and blood!
The blood that purges all our stains
It starts in rivers from his veins.
Verse 2
A fountain gushes from his side,
Open’d that all may enter in,
That all may feel the death applied,
The death of God, the death of sin,
The death by which our foes are kill’d,
The death by which our souls are heal’d.