John 1:36: Behold the Lamb of God!

God supreme, who diedst for me
In that atoning Lamb,
Weary of not loving Thee
Grieved at my heart, I am:
Thee I never yet beheld
In bleeding majesty Divine,
Never felt Thy love reveal'd.
Or that had kindled mine.

Suffering in the sinner's place,
Transfix'd on Calvary,
Give me eyes Thy mournful face,
Thy mangled form, to see;
Lovely in Thy garments dyed,
Crush'd with the universal load.
Show me now Thy hands and side.
And conquer by Thy blood.

Help, O help my unbelief.
Or Thou hast died in vain;
Come and heal my sin and grief,
And purge my nature's stain
Saviour of the world, bestow
The precious gift of faith Divine,
Then my Ransomer I know,
I feel that Thou art mine.