1 Ye that pass by behold the man,
The man of grief condemned for you;
The Lamb of God for sinner's slain,
Weeping to Calvary pursue.
2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear,
With nails they fasten to the wood--
His sacred limbs exposed and bare,
Or only covered with his blood.
3 See there! his temples crowned with thorns,
His bleeding hands extended wide;
His streaming feet transfixed and torn,
The fountain gushing from his side.
4 Thou dear, thou suffering Son of God,
How doth thy heart to sinners move1
Sprinkle on us thy precious blood,
And melt us with thy dying love!
5 The earth could to her center quake,
Convulsed when her Creator died;
O may our inmost nature shake,
And bow with Jesus crucified!
6 At thy last gasp the graves displayed
Their horrors to the upper skies;
O that our souls might burst the shade,
And quickened by thy death, arise!
7 The rocks could feel thy powerful death,
And tremble, and asunder part;
Oh rend, with thy expiring breath,
The harder marble of our heart.
Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians, 1803