Behold! be­hold the Lamb of God,
On the cross;
For us He sheds His pre­cious blood
On the cross.
O hear His all im­port­ant cry,
Why per­ish, blood bought sin­ner, why?
Draw near and see your Sav­ior die
On the cross.

Behold His arms ex­tend­ed wide
On the cross;
Behold His bleed­ing hands and side
On the cross.
The sun with­holds his rays of light,
The heav’ns are clothed in shades of night,
While Je­sus does with de­vils fight
On the cross.

Come, sin­ners, see Him lift­ed up
On the cross;
He drinks for you the bit­ter cup
On the cross.
The rocks do rend, the mount­ains quake,
While Je­sus doth atone­ment make,
While Je­sus suf­fers for our sake
On the cross.

And now the migh­ty deed is done
On the cross;
The bat­tle’s fought, the vic­to­ry’s won
On the cross.
To Heav’n he turns His dy­ing eyes;
’Tis fin­ished! now the Con­quer­or cries;
Then bows His sac­red head and dies
On the cross.

Where’er I go I’ll tell the sto­ry
Of the cross;
In no­thing else my soul shall glo­ry
Save the cross.
Yes, this my con­stant theme shall be
Through time and eter­ni­ty,
That Je­sus tast­ed death for me
On the cross.