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 betstoweth
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.