Behold the Dying Savior Daniel S. Warner, pub.1888 copyright status is Public Domain Subjects: Invitation, Jesus/Savior, Crucifixion, Atonement Scripture: 1 John 4:9; Hebrews 2:9; Luke 23:33 Behold the Dying Savior [.xml] Anonymous/Unknown arr. by Alice J. Dillon, pub.1893 har. by Andrew L. Byers, pub.1893 copyright status is Public Domain Key: B♭ Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] stop midi [.mid] audio recording [.mp3] This song in other languages: .pdf Deutsch (German) .pdf Pусский (Russian)	Now playing MIDI. It may take a few seconds to begin. 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

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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.