Behold The Dying Savior
Ah, poor sinner, think of Calv’ry,
Of the One who suffered there;
Do you know He died in mercy,
All your load of guilt to bear?
Sinner, oh behold His passion,
It will melt thy heart of stone;
Come, receive His great salvation,
Meekly bow, thy Savior own.
Jesus-oh, that name so precious!-
‘Tasted death for every man,’
And His blood will purge thy conscience
From the deepest crimson stain.
Not compelled, but love so willing,
Took our sins and died instead;
From His tomb a life is springing
That will raise thee from the dead.
There He bled and died, an off’ring
For the world of sinners lost;
Oh, what pangs His visage marring!
Sinner, this thy soul has cost.
Oh, the wonder and amazement,
That a creature, human formed,
Can behold the Lamb’s atonement,
And not bow, by love disarmed.