Stretched on the Cross, the Saviour Dies ZEPHYR—William Batchelder Bradbury Stretched on the Cross, the Saviour Dies 1 Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies, Hark! His expiring groans arise! See, how the sacred crimson tide Flows from His hands, His feet, His side. 2 To suffer in the traitor’s place, To die for man—surprising grace! Yet pass rebellious angels by— O why for man, dear Saviour, why? 3 And didst Thou bleed? for sinners bleed? And could the sun behold the deed? No! he withdrew