Isaac Watts · 470 of 724

Hymn 112

So did the Hebrew prophet raise The brazen serpent high, The wounded felt immediate ease, The camp forbore to die.

"Look upward in the dying hour, And live," the prophet cries; But Christ performs a nobler cure, When Faith lifts up her eyes.

High on the cross the Savior hung, High in the heav'ns he reigns: Here sinners by th' old serpent stung Look, and forget their pains.

When God's own Son is lifted up, A dying world revives; The Jew beholds the glorious hope, Th' expiring Gentile lives.