O Jesus, sweet the tears I shed
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O Jesus, sweet the tears I shedWhile at thy cross I kneel,Gaze on thy wounded, fainting head,And all thy sorrows feel.
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My heart dissolves to see thee bleed,This heart so hard before;I hear thee for the guilty plead,And grief o'erflows the more.
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I know this cleansing blood of thineWas shed, dear Lord, for me;For me, for all,—O, grace divine!—Who look by faith on thee.
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In patient hope the cross I 'll bear,Thine arm shall be my stay;And thou, enthroned, my soul shalt spareOn thy great Judgment-day.