There behold His agony,
Suffered on the bitter Tree;
See His anguish, see His faith,
Love triumphant still in death.
Then to life I turn again,
Learning all the worth of pain,
Learning all the might that lies
In a full, self-sacrifice.
O for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak!
Angels, assist our mighty Joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;
But when you raise your highest notes,
His lOve can ne'er be told.
