1 Ye mourning saints, behold
The Lamb that once was slain;
See, see Him on the cross expire,
In agonizing pain.
2 The fruits of glory grow
On that accursèd tree;
The Savior dies, the sinner lives,
His bondage sets us free.
3 The law He satisfied,
And paid the debt we owed,
Atoned our guilt, our grief sustained,
A vast oppressive load.
4 ’Tis from His dying groans,
Our loud hosannas rise;
By faith in Him our souls aspire
To mansions in the skies.
5 In our united songs,
Let us His grace proclaim;
For us He died and rose again,
Exalted be His name.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16159