There is a dear and hallowed spot

1There is a dear and hallowed spot, Faint and bleeding, who is He?
By the eyes so pale and dim, Streaming blood, and writhing limb,
By the flesh with scourges torn, By the drooping, death-dewed brow;

2Bound upon the accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is He?
By the fun at noonday pale, Shivering rocks, and rending vail,
By the earth enwrapt in gloom, By the saints who left their tomb,

3Bound upon the accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is He?
By the prayer for them that slew,
"Lord! they know not what they do!"
By the spoiled and empty grave, By the souls he died to save,
By the rainbow round his brow, Son of God! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!