1. Behold, behold, the Lamb of God;
On the cross, on the cross;
For us he shed his precious blood;
On the cross;
O hear his all important cry,
Eloi Lami Sabachthani,
Draw near and see your Saviour die,
On the cross, on the cross.
2. Behold his arms extended wide;
On the cross, on the cross;
Behold his bleeding hands and side,
On the cross;
The sun withholds his rays of light,
The heavens are clothed in shades of night,
While Jesus doth with demons fight:
On the cross, on the cross.
3. Come sinners, see him lifted up,
On the cross, on the cross;
For you he drinks the bitter cup,
On the cross,
The rocks do rend, the mountains quake,
While Christ his sacrifice doth make,
While Jesus suffers for our sake,
On the cross, on the cross.
4. And now the mighty deed is done.
On the cross, on the cross;
The battle’s fought, the victory’s won,
On the cross;
To heaven he turns his languid eyes,
‘Tis finished! now the conqueror cries,
Then bows his sacred head and dies,
On the cross, on the cross.
5. Where’er I go, I’ll tell the story,
Of the cross, of the cross;
In nothing else my soul shall glory,
Save the cross;
Yea: this my constant theme shall be,
Through time and in eternity,
That Jesus tasted death for me,
On the cross, on the cross.
6. Let every mourner rise and cling,
To the cross, to the cross;
Let every Christian come and sing,
Round the cross;
There let the preacher take his stand,
And with his Bible in his hand,
Declare the triumphs through the land,
Of the cross, of the cross.
– Anonymous (printed in an early Advent Review magazine)
