Lord Jesus, when we stand afar

1Lord Jesus, when we stand afar,
And gaze upon thy holy cross,
In love of thee and scorn of self,
O, may we count the world as loss.

2When we behold thy bleeding wounds,
And the rough way that thou hast trod,
Make us to hate the load of sin
That lay so heavy on our God.

3O holy Lord! I pitied high
With outstretched arms, in mortal woe,
Embracing in thy wondrous love
The sinful world that lies below!