I saw One hanging on a tree, In agony and blood; He fixes His loving eyes on me, As near His cross I stood. Chorus O, can it be, upon a tree The Savior died for me? My soul is thrilled, my heart is filled, To think He died for me! Sure, never till my latest breath, Can I forget that look; It seemed to charge me with His death, Though not a word He spoke. Chorus My conscience felt and owned the guilt, And plunged me in despair; I saw my sins His blood had split And helped to nail Him there. Chorus A second look He gave, which said, "I freely all forgive: This blood is for your ransom paid, I die that you may live." Chorus