Behold the amazing sight

Behold th'amazing sight,

The Saviour lifted high!

Behold the Son of God's delight

Expire in agony.

For whom, for whom, my heart,

Were all these sorrows borne?

Why did He feel that piercing smart,

And meet that various scorn?

For love of us He bled,

And all in torture died;

'Twas love that bowed His fainting head,

And ope'd His gushing side.

In sympathy of love

Let all the earth combine;

And, drawn by cords so gentle, prove

The energy divine.

In Him our hearts unite,

Nor share His griefs alone,

But from His cross pursue their flight

To His triumphant throne.

Amen.