Behold, My Soul, Thy Savior King

Behold

my soul

thy Sav­ior king!

His suf­fer­ings thy re­demp­tion bring:

Attend

my soul

His lone­ly cry—

The voice of blood that rends the sky!

Those dy­ing groans shall rend my heart;

Those nails to me shall pain im­part:

My flesh

my will I cru­ci­fy:

With Thee

my Lord

I mourn—I die.

In vain all oth­er friends are mine

If Thou on me re­fuse to shine:

Thy love alone can fill my soul

And make my wound­ed spir­it whole.

Canst Thou

O Lord

ac­cept my pray­er

And still this guil­ty wan­der­er spare?

Then in Thy name I come to Thee

And to Thy cross for ev­er flee.

Beneath Thy cross in pray­er and praise

I’ll spend the rem­nant of my days:

Beneath Thy cross my clos­ing eyes

Shall rest

till Heav­en my sleep sur­prise.