Olney Hymns (1840)/Book 1/Hymn 61
61.
Look unto me, and be ye saved.—Isa. xlv, 22.
1 As the serpent raised by Moses
Heal'd the burning serpent's bite,
Jesus thus himself discloses
To the wounded sinner's sight:
Hear his gracious invitation,
"I have life and peace to give,—
I have wrought out full salvation;
Sinner, look to me and live.
Heal'd the burning serpent's bite,
Jesus thus himself discloses
To the wounded sinner's sight:
Hear his gracious invitation,
"I have life and peace to give,—
I have wrought out full salvation;
Sinner, look to me and live.
2 "Pore upon your sins no longer,
Well I know their mighty guilt;
But my love than death is stronger,
I my blood have freely spilt:
Though your heart has long been harden'd,
Look on me—it soft shall grow;
Past transgressions shall be pardon'd,
And I'll wash you white as snow.
Well I know their mighty guilt;
But my love than death is stronger,
I my blood have freely spilt:
Though your heart has long been harden'd,
Look on me—it soft shall grow;
Past transgressions shall be pardon'd,
And I'll wash you white as snow.
3 "I have seen what you were doing,
Though you little thought of me;
You were madly bent on ruin,
But I said—It shall not be:
You had been for ever wretched,
Had I not espoused your part;
Now behold my arms outstretched
To receive you to my heart.
Though you little thought of me;
You were madly bent on ruin,
But I said—It shall not be:
You had been for ever wretched,
Had I not espoused your part;
Now behold my arms outstretched
To receive you to my heart.
4 "Well may shame and joy and wonder
All your inward passions move;
I could crush thee with my thunder,
But I speak to thee in love:
See! your sins are all forgiven,—
I have paid the countless sum!
Now my death has open'd heaven,
Thither you shall shortly come."
All your inward passions move;
I could crush thee with my thunder,
But I speak to thee in love:
See! your sins are all forgiven,—
I have paid the countless sum!
Now my death has open'd heaven,
Thither you shall shortly come."
5 Dearest Saviour, we adore thee
For thy precious life and death;
Melt each stubborn heart before thee,
Give us all the eye of faith:
From the law's condemning sentence,
To thy mercy we appeal;
Thou alone canst give repentance,
Thou alone our souls canst heal.
For thy precious life and death;
Melt each stubborn heart before thee,
Give us all the eye of faith:
From the law's condemning sentence,
To thy mercy we appeal;
Thou alone canst give repentance,
Thou alone our souls canst heal.