The Crucifixion

1 Hushed is the wood-bird’s note, silent her song of glee,
Shrouded in gloom the sun, shaking is Calvary;
Mute are the angel hosts, awed by the sight they see,
The mighty Son of God dies for humanity.

Refrain:
Behold, He dies, the Savior dies
Upon the cross for thee.

2 Pierced are those loving hands which have so often lain
Tenderly on the sick, making them whole again;
Bleeding His wounded feet, thorns are the crown He wears,
Thus on the cruel cross man’s load of sin He bears. [Refrain]

3 Nature in sympathy trembles and hides her face,
The very hosts of ill fear and forsake the place;
Of all existing things man looks in scorn alone,
Feels no remorseful pang, hard is his heart of stone. [Refrain]

4 Gaze on Him hanging there, know it was all for thee,
And that thy sinful deeds brought Him to Calvary;
Love for thy precious soul caused Him to gladly die,
That He might ransom thee for that bright home on high. [Refrain]

Select Hymns, 1911 (Timeless Truths)