Behold the Savior of the World

Behold the Sav­ior of the world

Embrued with seat and gore

Expiring on that shame­ful cross

Where He our sor­rows bore!

Compassion for lost hu­man race

Brought down God’s on­ly Son

To veil in flesh His ra­di­ant face

And for their sins atone.

Who can to love His name for­bear

That of His suf­fer­ings hears

And finds

the ran­som of his soul

Was blood as well as tears?

Thy sac­red blood

O Son of God!

Which ran from ma­ny a wound

When earth and hell’s ma­li­cious pow­ers

All com­passed Thee around.

Joy for Thy tor­ments we re­ceive;

Life in Thy death have found;

For the rep­roach­es of Thy cross

Shall be with glo­ry crowned.

May we a grate­ful sense re­tain

Of Thy re­deem­ing love!

And live be­low like those that hope

To live with Thee above!