“Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, and bathed in its own blood, while the firm mark of wrath divine, His soul in anguish stood.”

“But drops of grief can ne’er repay, the depth of love I owe, here Lord I give myself away, ’tis all that I can do. At the cross at the cross where I first saw the light and the burdens of my heart rolled away, it was there by faith, I received my sight and now I am happy all the day.”