Ye Mourning Saints, Behold

Ye mourn­ing saints

be­hold

The Lamb that once was slain;

See

see Him on the cross ex­pire

In ago­niz­ing pain.

The fruits of glo­ry grow

On that ac­curs­èd tree;

The Sav­ior dies

the sin­ner lives

His bond­age sets us free.

The law He sa­tis­fied

And paid the debt we owed

Atoned our guilt

our grief sus­tained

A vast op­press­ive load.

’Tis from His dy­ing groans

Our loud ho­san­nas rise;

By faith in Him our souls as­pire

To man­sions in the skies.

In our unit­ed songs

Let us His grace pro­claim;

For us He died and rose again

Exalted be His name.