Look back, my soul, amazed and see
The Man of Sorrows 'midst a crowd,
Bearing his cross to Calvary,
Assailed by imprecations loud.
Patient and meek, with eyes upturned,
He sought forgiveness from above,
For those who prayers and pity spurned,
Regardless of his pardoning love.

The Son of God was crucified,
His blood for man's salvation paid,
While Jews reviled the precious tide
And mocked the King, a cross displayed.
O guilt beyond most daring thought
Their impious fathers ever framed;
Which on their race the curse has brought
Of unbelief still madly claimed.

“Why has my God forsaken me?”
Death shadowed, the Savior cried;
Rocks rent in answering agony,
And trembling earth in groans replied.
The heavenly host in mute surprise
Watch the stupendous mystery;
No joyous sounds in Paradise,
And Christ invoking sympathy.

Weighed down by sin's o'erwhelming load,
The spotless Lamb for sinners dies;
An offering worthy of a God,
The incarnate Lord, the sacrifice.
Still on this day of bitter grief,
When shame should veil each guilty face,
Faith offers all a sure relief
From Love's true source, Redeeming Grace.

Darkness Judea's hills o'erspread,
The tears of angels Jesus laved,
Long buried saints rose from the dead,
The veil is rent, the church is saved!
The cross, the nails, the thorns, the spear,
The scorn, the torture and despair,
Will at the last great day appear
The crown and sceptre Christ will wear.

Oh, bleeding Lamb! by thy last cry
Still heard in faith from pole to pole,
Raise me from where in grief I lie,
And make my wounded spirit whole.
In the deep ocean of thy love
Blot out my sins till, soaring free,
My soul will magnify above
The risen Christ who died for me.