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<h2>I SAW ONE HANGING ON A TREE</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;The Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life as a ransom for many.&#8221; Mark 10:45</h3></p>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_newton_j.html" target="_blank">John Newton</a>, <em>Olney Hymns</em> (London: W. Oliver, 1779).
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<p>I saw One hanging on a tree,<br>
In agony and blood,<br>
Who fixed His languid eyes on me,<br>
As near His cross I stood.</p>
<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
<p class="refrain">O, can it be, upon a tree,<br>
The Savior died for me?<br>
My soul is thrilled, my heart is filled,<br>
To think He died for me!</p>
<p>Sure, never to my latest breath,<br>
Can I forget that look;<br>
It seemed to charge me with His death,<br>
Though not a word He spoke.</p>
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<p>My conscience felt and owned the guilt,<br>
And plunged me in despair,<br>
I saw my sins His blood had spilt,<br>
And helped to nail Him there.</p>
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<p>A second look He gave, which said,<br>
&#8220;I freely all forgive;<br>
This blood is for thy ransom paid;<br>
I die that thou mayst live.&#8221;</p>
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