Behold Him now on yonder tree, The Prince of Peace, the heavenly King; O what can His transgression be Such shameful punishment to bring? And lo, a thief hangs on each side; Who justly suffers for his crime. But why should Christ be crucified, The One so holy, so divine? It was for me, yes, even me, That Jesus died on Calvary; My soul to cleanse from all its guilt, His precious blood my Savior spilt. O sinner, see, for you and me He freely suffers in our stead; And lo, He dies upon the tree; Behold, He bows His sacred head! So pure, yet He has borne our guilt, By death our ransom He has paid; It was for us His blood was spilt; Our every sin on Him was laid. O loving Savior, take my heart, No longer can I live from Thee! With all unlike Thee now I part; Thy wondrous love has conquered me. I yield to Thee my little all; Accept me now, Lord, as Thine own; I’ll be obedient to Thy call And spend my life for Thee alone