1 My Savior, I behold Thy life
of suffering and many tears;
I mark Thy souls dep anguished strife,
Thy human woes, Thy human fears;
And cry, "Was ever grief like Thine,
or debt of sin so vast as mine?"

2 I watch Thine agonizing hour,
I see Thee by Thine own betrayed;
alone in Pilate's weak-willed power,
and scourged and scornfully arrayed;
And cry, "Was ever grief like Thine,
or debt of sin so vast as mine?"

3 I see Thee fainting on Thy way,
reviled and mocked by all the throng;
I hear the bitter words they say,
the scoffer's sneer, the drunkard's song;
And cry, "Was ever grief like Thine,
or debt of sin so vast as mine?"

4 That sin in every taunt I hear,
and see in every look of scorn;
it is the cross which Thou dost bear,
the sharpness of Thy crown of thorn;
Dear Lord, "Was ever grief like Thine,
or debt of sin so vast as mine?"

5 My Savior, I behold Thy death,
I hear Thy cries, Thy last words seven;
I see the scowling gaze beneath,
above the darkened face of heaven;
And cry, "Was ever grief like Thine,
or debt of sin so vast as mine?"

6 My Savior, I behold Thy grave,
in that still garden's awful gloom;
I see Thee lying there to save
my soul from an eternal tomb;
And cry, "Was ever grief like Thine,
or debt of sin so vast as mine?"