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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By Hymns. VI. “O show me not my Saviour dying”

Josiah Conder (1789–1855)

O SHOW me not my Saviour dying,

As on the cross He bled;

Nor in the tomb, a captive lying,

For He has left the dead:

Then bid me not that form extended

For my Redeemer own,

Who, to the highest heavens ascended,

In glory fills the throne.

Weep not for Him at Calvary’s station;

Weep only for thy sins.

View where He lay with exultation,—

’Tis there our hope begins:

Yet stay not there, thy sorrows feeding,

Amid the scenes He trod;

Look up, and see Him interceding

At the right hand of God.

Still in the shameful Cross I glory,

Where His dear blood was spilt;

For there the great Propitiatory

Abolished all my guilt.

Yet what, ’mid conflict and temptation,

Shall strength and succour give?

He lives, the Captain of Salvation;

Therefore His servants live.

By death, He death’s dark king defeated,

And overcame the grave;

Rising, the triumph He completed;

He lives, He reigns to save.

Heaven’s happy myriads bow before Him;

He comes, the Judge of men;

These eyes shall see Him, and adore Him:

Lord Jesus, own me then.