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O world, behold upon the tree

Author: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878; Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Christ in Song #174 (1871) Hymnal Title: Christ in Song

Author: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878; Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnbook (Lutheran Conference of Missouri and Other States) #d272 (1889) Hymnal Title: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnbook (Lutheran Conference of Missouri and Other States) Languages: English

O world! behold, upon the Tree

Hymnal: Hymn Tunes #188 (1897) Hymnal Title: Hymn Tunes Languages: English Tune Title: [O world! behold, upon the Tree]

O world, behold upon the tree

Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Hymnal of the Evangelical Church. Word ed. #d586 (1900) Hymnal Title: Hymnal of the Evangelical Church. Word ed. Languages: English

Oh, world! behold upon the tree

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Lyra Germanica #S2-13 (1881) Hymnal Title: Lyra Germanica Languages: English

O world! behold upon the Tree

Author: Catherine Winkworth, 1829-78; Paul Gerhardt, 1607-76 Hymnal: Offices of Worship and Hymns #576 (1891) Hymnal Title: Offices of Worship and Hymns

O world, behold upon the tree

Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Rosche's Junior Church Choir No.2 #d19 (1915) Hymnal Title: Rosche's Junior Church Choir No.2

O world, behold upon the tree

Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: The Apostolic Christian Hymnal #d142 (1921) Hymnal Title: The Apostolic Christian Hymnal

O world! behold upon the Tree

Hymnal: The Catholic Hymnal #42 (1885) Hymnal Title: The Catholic Hymnal

Oh, World! Behold Upon The Tree

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8978 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1 Oh, world! behold upon the tree Thy Life is hanging now for thee; Thy Savior yields His dying breath; The mighty Prince of glory now For thee doth unresisting bow To cruel stripes, to scorn and death. 2 Draw near, O world, and mark Him well; Behold the drops of blood that tell How sore His conflict with the foe: And hark! how from that noble heart, Sigh after sigh doth slowly start From depths of yet unfathomed woe. 3 Alas! my Savior, who could dare Bid Thee such bitter anguish bear, What evil heart entreat Thee thus? For Thou art good, hast wrongèd none, As we and ours too oft have done, Thou hast not sinned, dear Lord, like us. 4 I and my sins, that number more Than yonder sands upon the shore, Have brought to pass this agony. ’Tis I have caused the floods of woe That now Thy dying soul o’erflow, And those sad hearts that watch by Thee. 5 ’Tis I to whom these pains belong, ’Tis I should suffer for my wrong, Bound hand and foot in heavy chains; Thy scourge, Thy fetters, whatsoe’er Thou bearest, ’tis my soul should bear, For she hath well deserved such pains. 6 Yet Thou dost even for my sake On Thee, in love, the burdens take That weighed my spirit to the ground: Yes, Thou art made a curse for me, That I might yet be blest through Thee; My healing in Thy wounds is found. 7 To save me from the monster’s power, The Death that all things would devour, Thyself into his jaws dost leap; My death Thou takest thus away, And buriest in Thy grave for aye, O love most strangely true and deep! 8 From henceforth there is nought of mine But I would seek to make it Thine, Since all myself to Thee I owe. Whate’er my utmost powers can do, To Thee to render service true, Here at Thy feet I lay it low. 9 Ah! little have I, Lord, to give, So poor, so base the life I live, But yet, till soul and body part, This one thing I will do for Thee The woe, the death endured for me, I’ll cherish in my inmost heart. 10 Thy cross shall be before my sight, My hope, my joy, by day and night, Whate’er I do, where’er I rove; And, gazing, I will gather thence The form of spotless innocence, The seal of faultless truth and love. 11 And from Thy sorrows will I learn How fiercely doth God’s anger burn, How terribly His thunders roll, How sorely this our loving God Can smite with His avenging rod, How deep His floods o’erwhelm the soul. 12 And I will study to adorn My heart with meekness under scorn, With gentle patience in distress, With faithful love, that yearning cleaves To those o’er whom to death it grieves, Whose sins its very soul oppress. 13 When evil tongues with stinging blame Would cast dishonor on my name, I’ll curb the passions that upstart; And take injustice patiently, And pardon, as Thou pardon’st me, With an ungrudging generous heart. 14 And I will nail me to Thy cross, And learn to count all things but dross: Wherein the flesh doth pleasure take; Whate’er is hateful in Thine eyes, With all the strength that in me lies, Will I cast from me and forsake. 15 Thy heavy groans, Thy bitter sighs, The tears that from Thy dying eyes Were shed when Thou wast sore oppressed, Shall be with me, when at the last Myself on Thee I wholly cast, And enter with Thee into rest. Languages: English Tune Title: EISENACH