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!�
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