Behold the Sav­ior of man­kind
Nailed to the sham­eful tree!
How vast the love that Him in­clined
To bleed and die for thee!

Though far uneq­ual our low praise
To Thy vast suf­fer­ings prove,
O Lamb of God, thus all our days,
Thus will we grieve and love.

Hark, who He groans, while na­ture shakes,
And earth’s strong pil­lars bend;
The tem­ple’s veil in sun­der breaks,
The so­lid mar­bles rend.

’Tis done! The pre­cious ran­som’s paid,
Receive My soul, He cries!
See here He bows His sac­red head!
He bows His head, and dies!

But soon He’ll break death’s en­vi­ous chain,
And in full glo­ry shine:
O Lamb of God! was ev­er pain,
Was ev­er love, like Thine?

Thy loss our ru­in did re­pair;
Death by death is slain;
Thou wilt at length ex­alt us here
Thou dost in glo­ry reign.