BEHOLD the Lamb for sinners slain,
To cleanse them from each guilty stain
His precious blood was shed;
He took their place upon the tree,
Made sin for sinners there to be,
To set the guilty captives free
By dying in their stead.
He lay beneath that righteous stroke,
O'er Him the waves and billows broke,
He bowed His head and died;
God there forsook His only Son,
That holy, true, obedient One!
By whom alone His will was done,
When He was crucified.
Behold Him now upon the throne,
The source of life and peace alone,
No longer in the grave;
Dispensing blessing full and free
To such as lost and ruined be.
O sinner, there for refuge flee!
Whilst yet He's free to save.
Soon He will rise and close the door,
Glad tidings then thou'lt hear no more,
The day of grace be past;
Then such as would not bow the knee,
Unto the rocks and dens shall flee,
Thus hidden from His eye to be,
Who comes as Judge at last.
G. W. F.