Part I: Containing Introductory Hymns

Section II: 2. Describing the goodness of God

Hymn 24

Ye That Pass By, Behold The Man!

Charles Wesley

Meter: LM

1YE that pass by, behold the man!
The man of griefs condemned for you!
The Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
Weeping to Calvary pursue!

2See how his back the scourges tear,
While to the bloody pillar bound!
The ploughers make long furrows there,
Till all his body is one wound.

3Nor can he thus their hate asswage;
His innocence to death pursued,
Must fully glut thier utmost rage;
Hark! how they clamour for his blood!

4To us our own Barabbas give,
Away with Him (they loudly cry)
Away with Him, not fit to live,
The vile Seducer crucify!

5His 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.

6See there! His temples crowned with thorns!
His bleeding hands extended wide,
His streaming feet, transfixt and torn!
The fountain gushing from his side!

7Where is the King of Glory now!
The everlasting son of God!
The Immortal hangs his languid brow,
The Almighty faints beneath his load!

8Beneath MY load, He faints, and dies:
I filled his soul with pangs unknown;
I caused those mortal groans, and cries,
I killed the Father's only Son.

9Oh! Thou dear suffering Son of God,
How doth thy heart to sinners move!
Help me to catch thy precious blood,
Help me to taste thy dying love!

10Give me to feel thy agonies,
One drop of thy sad cup afford!
I fain with Thee would sympathize,
And share the sufferings of my Lord.

11The earth could to her centre quake,
Convulsed, while her Creator died:
Oh! let my inmost nature shake,
And die with JESUS crucified.

12At thy last gasps the graves displaied
Thier horrors to the upper skies;
Oh! that my soul might burst the shade,
And quickned by thy death arise.

13The rocks could feel thy powerful death,
And tremble, and asunder part:
Oh! rend with thine expiring breath,
The harder marble of my heart.

14My stony heart, thy voice shall rent,
Thou wilt, I trust, the veil remove;
My inmost bowels shall resent
The yearnings of thy dying love

15The grace I surely shall receive;
Thy death hath brought the grace for me;
This is my whole desire, to live,
To live, and then to die in Thee.