My Savior! I Behold Thy Life

My Sav­ior! I be­hold Thy life

Of not one smile and ma­ny tears;

I mark the spir­it­ual strife

Thy hu­man woes

Thy hu­man fears

And cry

Was ev­er grief like Thine

Or debt of sin so vast as mine?

I watch Thine ago­niz­ing hour

I see Thee by Thine own be­trayed

Alone in Pi­late’s cra­ven pow­er

And scourged and scorn­ful­ly ar­rayed

And cry

Was ev­er grief like Thine

Or debt of sin so vast as mine?

I see Thee faint­ing on Thy way

Reviled and mock­ed of all the throng

I hear the bit­ter words they say

The ab­ject’s sneer

the drunk­ard’s song

And cry

Was ev­er grief like Thine

Or debt of sin so vast as mine?

That sin in ev­ery taunt I hear

And see in ev­ery look of scorn;

It is the cross which Thou dost bear

The sharp­ness of Thy crown of thorn:

Dear Lord

Was ev­er grief like Thine

Or debt of sin so vast as mine?

My Sav­ior

I be­hold Thy death

I hear Thy cries

Thy last words sev­en

I see the scowl­ing gaze be­neath

Above

the dark­ened face of Heav­en

And cry

Was ev­er grief like Thine

Or debt of sin so vast as mine?

My Sav­ior

I be­hold Thy grave

In that still gar­den’s awful gloom

I see Thee ly­ing there to save

My soul from an eter­nal tomb

And cry

Was ev­er grief like Thine

Or debt of sin so vast as mine?

And yet with all I hear and see

Of death

or pass­ion of Thy life

Sweet hopes are min­is­tered to me

And voic­es fall with com­fort rife

That say

Be­cause He lived and died

From sin thou canst be pu­ri­fied!