1 So did the Hebrew prophet raise The brazen serpent high, The wounded felt immediate ease, The camp forbore to die.
2 "Look upward in the dying hour, And live," the prophet cries; But Christ performs a nobler cure, When Faith lifts up her eyes.
3 High on the cross the Saviour hung, High in the heavens he reigns: Here sinners by th' old serpent stung Look, and forget their pains.
4 When God's own Son is lifted up, A dying world revives, The Jew beholds the glorious hope, Th' expiring Gentile lives.