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?

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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.

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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.

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