Behold the Dying Savior Daniel S. Warner Copyright: Public Domain Main subject: Invitation Scripture: Hebrews 2:9; Luke 23:33 Behold the Dying Savior [.xml] Anonymous/Unknown arr. by Alice J. Dillon har. by Andrew L. Byers, pub.1911 Copyright: Public Domain Key: B♭ Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Learn about playing music formats... view Scorch sheet music [.sib] view PDF sheet music [.pdf] play midi [.mid] play high quality mp3 [.mp3] play dial-up quality mp3 [.mp3] play dial-up quality WMA [.wma] This song in other languages: German [.pdf] Russian [.pdf]	Ah, poor sinner, think of Calv’ry, Of the One who suffered there; Do you know He died in mercy, All your load of guilt to bear? Refrain: Sinner, oh behold His passion, It will melt thy heart of stone; Come, receive His great salvation, Meekly bow, thy Savior own. Jesus—oh, that name so precious!— “Tasted death for every man,” And His blood will purge thy conscience From the deepest crimson stain. Not compelled, but love so willing, Took our sins and died instead; From His tomb a life is springing That will raise thee from the dead. There He bled and died, an off’ring For the world of sinners lost; Oh, what pangs His visage marring! Sinner, this thy soul has cost. Oh, the wonder and amazement, That a creature, human formed, Can behold the Lamb’s atonement, And not bow, by love disarmed.

Behold the Dying Savior

Main subject: Invitation

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Key: B♭

Meter: 8.7.8.7 D

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Ah, poor sinner, think of Calv’ry,
Of the One who suffered there;
Do you know He died in mercy,
All your load of guilt to bear?
- Refrain:
  Sinner, oh behold His passion,
  It will melt thy heart of stone;
  Come, receive His great salvation,
  Meekly bow, thy Savior own.
Jesus—oh, that name so precious!—
“Tasted death for every man,”
And His blood will purge thy conscience
From the deepest crimson stain.
Not compelled, but love so willing,
Took our sins and died instead;
From His tomb a life is springing
That will raise thee from the dead.
There He bled and died, an off’ring
For the world of sinners lost;
Oh, what pangs His visage marring!
Sinner, this thy soul has cost.
Oh, the wonder and amazement,
That a creature, human formed,
Can behold the Lamb’s atonement,
And not bow, by love disarmed.