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57. In evil long I took delight
Hymn 57
In evil long I took delight, Unawed by shame or fear; Till a new object struck my sight, And stopped my wild career.
I saw one hanging on a tree, In agonies and blood; Who fixed his languid eyes on me, As near his cross I stood.
Sure, never till my latest breath, Can 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, And plunged me in despair; I saw my sins his blood had spilt, And helped to nail him there.
Alas! I knew not what I did, But now my tears are vain; Where shall my trembling soul be hid? For I the LORD have slain.
A second look he gave, which said, “I freely all forgive; This blood is for thy ransom paid, I die, that thou may’st live.”
Thus, while his death my sin displays, In all its blackest hue; (Such is the mystery of ) It seals my pardon too.
With pleasing grief and mournful joy, My spirit now is filled; That I should such a life destroy, Yet live by him I killed.