Sinner, wilt thou be converted?
Christ the Lord of glory see,
By His own denied, deserted,
Bleeding, bound, and scourged for thee!

See the crown of thorns adorning
God’s beloved, holy Son;
Then fall down in bitter mourning,
Weep for that which thou hast done!

See Him ‘neath the cruel smiting,
Nails in hands, and spear in side!
Hearken, till thy heart is broken,
To His cry, as thus He died!

Thank Him that God’s love and pardon
Flow down freely from the tree!
Thank Him that His heart was willing
Thus to die for love of thee!