Now be­hold Him dy­ing—
To His Fa­ther cry­ing,
Who gave life to thee!
See Him bleed­ing, wound­ed;
See His love un­bound­ed,
On the shame­ful tree.
See thy Lord, thy king ad­ored;
There He speaks thy sins for­giv­en!
There He op­ens Hea­ven!

Yet His foes de­ride Him!
Peace e’en now de­nied Him
In His last sad hour!
All His love sus­tain­eth;
Still with­in Him reign­eth
Love’s sur­pass­ing pow­er.
Gracious King! Thy love I sing;
Love to death my Sav­ior giv­eth!
So my spir­it liv­eth.

Life my Lord for­sak­eth!
Now His Spir­it tak­eth
Rest in pa­ra­dise:
Soon from death awak­ing,
Soon death’s slum­bers break­ing,
He to life shall rise.
O my Lord, my king ad­ored;
Thou in death hast death sub­du­èd,
And my hope re­new­èd.

Come, ye brok­en­heart­ed;
Hope hath not de­part­ed
From this world of woe:
Come, from grief re­frain­ing;
Cease your dark com­plain­ing:
Joys from sor­rows grow.
Jesu’s name doth peace pro­claim:
Dying, He the sin­ner heal­eth!
Life, His death re­veal­eth.