English poem
Christian Songs, Song LII
by John Glas (1809–1894)
Behold! what love the Father hath On guilty man bestow'd! That we, poor sinners, sons of wrath, Should be the Sons of God!
2 O! how beyond expression great The love of Christ doth shine: 'Tis like himself! TH' ETERNAL GOD Past knowledge! all divine!
3 Behold! for guilty, guilty man, The Lord of glory dies; Lays down his life, them to redeem, A precious sacrifice!
4 And God the sacrifice accepts, His wrath is now appeas'd; He looks to his beloved Son, And says, "I am well pleas'd."
5 Now, doth the ever worthy Lamb, Who for his people dy'd, See of the travail of his soul, And is well satisfy'd;
6 Now peace and good will towards men, In boundless streams do flow; And joy, and hope of endless life, Doth God thro' Christ bestow.
7 O! let us then resound the note Which still prevails above; And ever sing, with joyful hearts, The wonders of his love.