| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Hymns.
VI. “O show me not my Saviour dying” | | By Josiah Conder (1789–1855) |
| | | O SHOW me not my Saviour dying, | |
| As on the cross He bled; | |
| Nor in the tomb, a captive lying, | |
| For He has left the dead: | |
| Then bid me not that form extended | 5 |
| For my Redeemer own, | |
| Who, to the highest heavens ascended, | |
| In glory fills the throne. | |
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| Weep not for Him at Calvary’s station; | |
| Weep only for thy sins. | 10 |
| View where He lay with exultation,— | |
| ’Tis there our hope begins: | |
| Yet stay not there, thy sorrows feeding, | |
| Amid the scenes He trod; | |
| Look up, and see Him interceding | 15 |
| At the right hand of God. | |
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| Still in the shameful Cross I glory, | |
| Where His dear blood was spilt; | |
| For there the great Propitiatory | |
| Abolished all my guilt. | 20 |
| Yet what, ’mid conflict and temptation, | |
| Shall strength and succour give? | |
| He lives, the Captain of Salvation; | |
| Therefore His servants live. | |
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| By death, He death’s dark king defeated, | 25 |
| And overcame the grave; | |
| Rising, the triumph He completed; | |
| He lives, He reigns to save. | |
| Heaven’s happy myriads bow before Him; | |
| He comes, the Judge of men; | 30 |
| These eyes shall see Him, and adore Him: | |
| Lord Jesus, own me then. | | | | |
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