Isaac Watts · 645 of 724

Hymn 137

Behold the blind their sight receive; Behold the dead awake and live; The dumb speak wonders, and the lame Leap like the hart, and bless his name.

Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own And seal the mission of the Son; The Father vindicates his cause, While he hangs bleeding on the cross.

He dies! the heav'ns in mourning stood; He rises, and appears a God: Behold the Lord ascending high, No more to bleed, no more to die!

Hence and for ever from my heart I bid my doubts and fears depart And to those hands my soul resign Which bear credentials so divine.