Music by Scottish Psalter, words by Unknown
Behold! A spotless Victim dies,
My Surety on the tree;
The Lamb of God, the Sacrifice,
He gave Himself for me!
Whatever curse was mine, He bore;
The suffering and the gall,
There, in that lone mysterious hour,
My cup-- He drained it all!
Lord Jesus! You, and none beside,
Its bitterness could know,
Nor others tell Your joy's full tide
That from that cup would flow.
Yours is the joy, but yet it's mine.
It's ours in unity;
My joy flows from Your grief and pain;
Your death brings life to me!
And while the ages roll along,
This shall my glory be;
And this the new and endless song,
Your love to us-- to me!