1 BEHOLD the Lamb! 'tis He who bore
My burden on the tree,
And paid in blood the dreadful score,
The ransom due for me.
2 I look to Him till sight endear
The Saviour to my heart;
To Him I look who calms my fear,
Nor from Himself depart.
3 I look until His precious love
My every thought control,
Its vast constraining influence prove
O'er body, spirit, soul.
4 To Him I look, while still I run,
My never-failing Friend:
Finish He will the work begun,
And grace in glory end.
