1 Behold th'amazing sight,
The Saviour lifted high!
Behold the Son of God's delight
Expire in agony.
2 For whom, for whom, my heart,
Were all these sorrows borne?
Why did He feel that piercing smart,
And meet that various scorn?
3 For love of us He bled,
And all in torture died;
'Twas love that bowed His fainting head,
And ope'd His gushing side.
4 In sympathy of love
Let all the earth combine;
And, drawn by cords so gentle, prove
The energy divine.
5 In Him our hearts unite,
Nor share His griefs alone,
But from His cross pursue their flight
To His triumphant throne.
Source: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #251