Oh, Take a Look There

Verse 1

As we think of our dear Lord, how He bore our sin and shame, The load was so heavy on His soul; When He suffered all the scoffs, and the scorns from those He loved, He was suff’ring that we could be made whole.

Chorus

Oh, take a look there, when He suffered for you, And listen to those kind, gentle words: As He prayed, “Forgive them, Lord, for they know not what they do,” He was praying for your and my poor soul.

Verse 2

In Gethsemane He bowed, there He prayed for you and me, The load was so heavy on His soul; Oh, He cried in agony, and the way was made so free, He was praying that we could be made whole.

Verse 3

They led Him to Calvary, His dear body tired and worn, The load was so heavy on His soul; There they nailed Him to the cross, where He bled and died for you, He was dying that we could be made true.

Verse 4

Oh, just listen now, I say, there they laid His form away, The load is now placed upon our souls; Will you go in agony, weeping in Gethsemane? Will you pray there for lost souls every day?

Verse 5

The grave could not hold our Lord, on the day He should arise He came forth a living sacrifice; And, dear sinner, He will save your lost soul from sin’s cold grave, And bring you back to life, oh, life again.