Behold Him Now on Yonder Tree

Behold Him now on yon­der tree

The Prince of Peace

the heav’n­ly King;

O what can His trans­gress­ion be

Such shame­ful pun­ish­ment to bring?

And lo

a thief hangs on each side;

Who just­ly suf­fers for his crime.

But why should Christ be cru­ci­fied

The One so ho­ly

so di­vine?

It was for me

yes

even me

That Je­sus died on Cal­va­ry;

My soul to cleanse from all its guilt

His pre­cious blood my Sav­ior spilt.

O sin­ner

see

for you and me

He free­ly suf­fers in our stead;

And lo

He dies up­on the tree;

Behold

He bows His sacr­ed head!

So pure

yet He has borne our guilt

By death our ran­som He has paid;

It was for us His blood was spilt;

Our ev­ery sin on Him was laid.

O lov­ing Sav­ior

take my heart

No long­er can I live from Thee!

With all un­like Thee now I part;

Thy won­drous love has con­quered me.

I yield to Thee my lit­tle all;

Accept me now

Lord

as Thine own;

I’ll be obe­di­ent to Thy call

And spend my life for Thee alone.