Hark! From the cross a gracious voice
Salutes my ravished ears;
Rejoice, thou ransomed souls, rejoice!
And dry those falling tears!

Amazed, I turn, grown strangely bold;
This wondrous thing to see;
And there the dying Lord behold
Stretched on the bloody tree

'Sinner', he cried, 'behold the head
This thorny wreath entwine;
Look on those wounded hands and read
Thy name in crimson lines.'

The power, the sweetness of that voice
My stony heart does move;
Makes me in Christ my Lord rejoice
And melts my soul to love
And melts my soul to love
And melts my soul to love