61. Behold the Lamb! 'Tis He Who Bore

C.M.
1
Behold the Lamb! 'tis He who bore
 
My sins upon the tree,
 
And paid in death the dreadful score—
 
The guilt that lay on me.
2
I'd look to Him till sight endear
 
The Saviour to my heart;
 
To Him I look who calms my fear,
 
Nor from Himself would part.
3
I'd look until His precious love
 
My every thought control,
 
Its vast constraining influence prove
 
O'er body, spirit, soul.
4
To Him I look, while still I run—
 
My never-failing Friend!
 
Finish, He will, the work begun,
 
And grace in glory end.