O world, behold Him dying
Who is thy life supplying;
Behold! He dies for Thee:
He who in glo­ry reigneth,
No scorn, no shame disdaineth,
From endless death my soul to free.

Now from my Sav­ior floweth
The blood His love bestoweth
On us, that we may live!
What grief His Spi­rit rendeth!
Whilst thus He condescendeth
His life for us His foes to give!

Of His own will He dieth,
Who to His Fa­ther crieth,
O Fa­ther! mercy show:
Come, children of trans­gress­ion;
To Je­sus make confession;
Your all to His great love you owe.