Behold the Lamb's humility With mockers at His feet With bruise and spittle on His face His suffering near complete Behold His quiet dignity As men did laugh and scorn As blood filled eyes the shame despised Beneath the crown of thorn Beneath the crown of thorn Behold the Lamb's meekness displayed In silence at the rod As blow by blow each stroke did know Was all the will of God Behold what majesty withstood Such cruelty from men The silent intercessor groaned To pardon them from sin To pardon them from sin Behold the Lamb silent and still While men His skin did flay Laid down His life through yieldedness God's glory to display Behold Him stand before the crowd Rejected by His own Once hailed as King by multitudes Now loved by God alone Now loved by God alone Behold the Lamb, O more than see This nature I must know To see alone a curse would be If only for a show With tear filled eyes myself despise And all for Thee would give To share Your nature taste Your power And in Your grace to live With tear filled eyes myself despise And all for Thee would give To share Your nature, taste Your power And in Your grace to live And in Your grace to live