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The Testimony of a Hundred Witnesses (1858)

POWER OF THE CROSS.


IN evil long I took delight,
      Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
      And stops my wild career.

I saw One hanging on a tree,
      In agonies and blood;
He fixed his languid eyes on me,
      As near his cross I stood.

O, never till my latest breath,
      Shall 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;
      It plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
      And helped to nail him there.

A second look he gave, which said,
      "I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid--
      I die that thou mayst live."

Thus, while his death my sin displays
      In all its darkest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
      It seals my pardon too.
 
--Newton.

[THW 17]

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