Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition

A story most lovely I’ll tell,
Of Jesus, Oh wondrous surprise,
He suffered the torments of hell,
That sinners, vile sinners may rise;
He left His exalted abode,
When man by transgressions was lost,
Appeasing the wrath of a God,
He shed forth His blood as the cost.

Oh did my dear Jesus thus bleed,
And pity a ruined lost race;
Oh whence did such mercy proceed,
Such boundless compassion and grace?
His body bore anguish and pain,
His spirit most sunk with the load,
A short time before He was slain,
His sweat was as great drops of blood.