See how the patient Jesus Stands

1 See how patient Jesus stands,
Insulted in his lowest case!
Sinners have bound the almighty hands,
And spit in their Creator's face.

2 With thorns his temples gored and gashed
Send streams of blood from every part:
His back's with knotted scourges lashed,
But sharper scourges tear his heart.

3 Nailed naked to the accursed wood,
Exposed to earth and heaven above,
A spectacle of wounds and blood,
a prodigy of injured love!

4 Hark! how his doleful cries affright
Affected angels, while they view;
His friends forsook him in the night,
And now His God forsakes him, too!

5 Behold that pale, that languid face,
That drooping head, those languid eyes!
Behold in sorrow and disgrace
Our conquering Hero hangs, and dies!

6 Ye that assume His sacred name,
Now tell me, what can all this mean?
What was it bruised God's harmless Lamb,
What was it pierced his soul but sin?

7 Blush, Christian, blush; let shame abound:
If sin affects thee not with woe,
Whatever life is in thee found,
The life of Christ thou dost not know.


Source: Songs of Pilgrimage: a hymnal for the churches of Christ (2nd ed.) #172