Behold the Dying Savior

Verse 1

Ah, poor sinner, think of Calv’ry, Of the One who suffered there; Do you know He died in mercy, All your load of guilt to bear?

Chorus

Sinner, oh behold His passion, It will melt thy heart of stone; Come, receive His great salvation, Meekly bow, thy Savior own.

Verse 2

Jesus—oh, that name so precious!— “Tasted death for every man,” And His blood will purge thy conscience From the deepest crimson stain.

Verse 3

Not compelled, but love so willing, Took our sins and died instead; From His tomb a life is springing That will raise thee from the dead.

Verse 4

There He bled and died, an off’ring For the world of sinners lost; Oh, what pangs His visage marring! Sinner, this thy soul has cost.

Verse 5

Oh, the wonder and amazement, That a creature, human formed, Can behold the Lamb’s atonement, And not bow, by love disarmed.