Behold the amazing sight, the savior lifted high. Behold the son of God's delight, expire in agony. For whom for whom my heart were all these sorrows born? Why did he fill that piercing smart and meet that various scorn? For love of us he bled, and all in torture died. 'Twas love that bowed his fainting head and doped his gushing side. In sympathy of love, let all the earth combine, and drawn by cords so gentle prove the energy find. In him, our hearts unite nor share his griefs alone, but from his cross pursue their flight to his triumphant throne.