It Is Good to Be Here

Let me dwell on Golgotha, Weep and love my life away, While I see Him on the tree Weep and bleed and die for me!

That dear blood for sinners spilt Shows my sin in all its guilt; Ah! my soul, He bore thy load— Thou hast slain the Lamb of God.

Hark! his dying word, “Forgive! Father, let the sinner live: Sinner, wipe thy tears away, I thy ransom freely pay.”

While I hear this grace reveal’d, And obtain a pardon seal’d, All my soft affections move, Waken’d by the force of love.

Farewell, world, thy gold is dross, Now I see the bleeding cross; Jesus died to set me free From the law and sin and thee!

He has dearly bought my soul; Lord, accept and claim the whole! To thy will I all resign, Now, no more my own, but thine.