I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood,
Who fixed His eyes of love on me
As near His cross I stood.
That look of love and sorrow said:
"My life for thee I give;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou mayst live!"

O never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look;
It seemed to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.
That look of love and sorrow said:
"My life for thee I give;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I died that thou mayst live!"

My conscience felt and owned the guilt,
And plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins His blood had spilt,
And helped to nail Him there.
Again He looked in love, which said:
"I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou mayst live!"

Then I who, trembling, learned to see
That I my Lord had slain,
Was filled with peace, because for me
He bore that grief and pain.
Thus, while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too.