Behold, my soul, thy Savior King!
His sufferings thy redemption bring:
Attend, my soul, His lonely cry—
The voice of blood that rends the sky!
Those dying groans shall rend my heart;
Those nails to me shall pain impart:
My flesh, my will I crucify:
With Thee, my Lord, I mourn—I die.
In vain all other friends are mine,
If Thou on me refuse to shine:
Thy love alone can fill my soul,
And make my wounded spirit whole.
Canst Thou, O Lord, accept my prayer,
And still this guilty wanderer spare?
Then in Thy name I come to Thee,
And to Thy cross for ever flee.
Beneath Thy cross in prayer and praise
I’ll spend the remnant of my days:
Beneath Thy cross my closing eyes
Shall rest, till Heaven my sleep surprise.