In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear;
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopp’d my wild career.

I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood;
Who fixed his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.

Sure, never to my latest breath
Can I forget that look:
It seemed to charge me with his death,
Tho’ not a word he spoke.

A second look he gave, which said,
“I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I’ll die that thou may’st live.”

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