1 Behold! Behold the Lamb of God,
For us He shed His precious blood,
2 Behold His arms extended wide,
Behold His bleeding hands and side,
The sun withholds its rays of light,
The heav'ns are clothed in shades of night,
3 By faith we see Him lifted up,
He drinks for us the bitter cup,
The rocks do rend, the mountains quake,
While Jesus all our sins doth take,
4 And now the mighty deed is done,
The battle fought, the vict'ry won,
To heav'n He turns triumphant eyes;
" 'Tis finished" now, the Conqu'ror cries,
5 But now He's ris'n, ascended, crowned,
Heav'n's highest place for Him is found,
Our hearts we low in worship bow,
And join, as one, to hail Him now: