Behold! behold the Lamb of God
On the cross;
For us He shed His precious blood,
On the cross.
Oh, hear the overwhelming cry:
"Eli lama sabachthani?"
Draw near and see the Saviour die
On the cross.
Come, sinner, see Him lifted up
On the cross:
He drinks for you the bitter cup,
On the cross;
The rocks do rend, the mountains quake,
While Jesus doth atonement make—
While Jesus suffers for our sake,
On the cross.
Where'er I go I'll tell the story
Of the cross;
In nothing else my soul shall glory
Save the cross;
Yea, this my constant theme shall be,
Through time and in eternity,
That Jesus tasted death for me
On the cross.