THE DIVINE CHRIST
Behold the blind their sight receive;
Behold the dead awake and live;
The dumb speak wonders, and the lame
Leap like the hart, and bless His Name.
Thus doth th’eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of the Son;
The Father vindicates His cause
While He hangs bleeding on the Cross.
He dies; the heavens in mourning stood;
He rises, and appears a God;
Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die.
Hence and forever from my heart
I bid my doubts and fears depart,
And to those hands my soul resign
Which bear credentials so divine.
- Isaac Watts-
