Hark! From the cross a gracious voice Salutes my ravished ears; Rejoice, thou ransomed souls, rejoice! And dry those falling tears! Amazed, I turn, grown strangely bold; This wondrous thing to see; And there the dying Lord behold Stretched on the bloody tree 'Sinner', he cried, 'behold the head This thorny wreath entwine; Look on those wounded hands and read Thy name in crimson lines.' The power, the sweetness of that voice My stony heart does move; Makes me in Christ my Lord rejoice And melts my soul to love And melts my soul to love And melts my soul to love