Text: | Ye that pass by, behold the Man |
Author: | C. Wesley |
1 Ye that pass by, behold the Man--
The Man of griefs--condemned for you;
The Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
Weeping to Calvary pursue.
2 To us our own Barabbas give,--
Away with him, they loudly cry;
Away with him, not fit to live,--
The vile seducer crucify!
3 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear;
With nails they fasten to the wood;
His sacred limbs, exposed and bare,
Or only covered with his blood.
4 Behold his temples crowned with thorn;
His bleeding hands extended wide;
His streaming feet transfixed and torn;
The fountain gushing from his side!
5 O thou dear suff'ring Son of God,
How doth thy heart to sinners move!
Sprinkle on us thy precious blood,
And melt us with thy dying love
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First Line: | Ye that pass by, behold the Man |
Author: | C. Wesley |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
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Topic: | Christ: Sufferings and Death; The Cleansing Fountain |