Hymn by Doddridge

Behold the amazing sight,
The Saviour lifted high!
The Son of God, His soul's delight,
Expires in agon!

For whom, for whom, my heart,
Were all those sorrows borne?
Why did He feel that piercing smart,
And wear that crown of thorn?

For love of us He bled,
And all in torture died;
'Twas love that bowed His fainting head,
And oped His gushing side.

We see, and we adore
Thy deep, They dying love;
We feel its strong attractive power
To lift our souls above.

In Thee our hearts unite,
Nor share Thy grief alone,
But from Thy cross pursue our flight
To Thy triumphant throne.