verse 1
I saw one hanging on a tree in agony and blood,
Who fixed His loving eyes on me as near His cross I stood
And never till my dying breath will I forget that look.
It seemed to charge me with His death
Though not a word He spoke.
Forever etched upon my mind is the look of Him who died,
The Lamb I crucified
And now my life will sing the praise of pure atoning grace,
That looked on me and gladly took my place.
verse 2
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
But with a second look He said, I freely all forgive
This blood is for your ransom paid.
I died that you might live
verse 3
Thus while His death my sin displays for all the world to view,
Such is the mystery of grace It seals my pardon too.
With pleasing grief and mournful joy, my spirit is now filled,
That I should such a life destroy Yet live by Him I killed.
Forever etched upon my mind is the look of Him who died,
The Lamb I crucified
And now my life will sing the praise of pure atoning grace,
That looked on me and gladly took my place.
Forever etched upon my mind is the look of Him who died,
The Lamb I crucified
And now my life will sing the praise of pure atoning grace,
That looked on me and gladly took my place.