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Ye That Pass By, Behold the Man

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7817 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Ye that pass by, behold the man, The man of grief condemned for you; The Lamb of God for sinners slain Weeping to Calvary pursue. 2. His sacred limbs, they stretch, they tear, With nails they fasten to the wood— His sacred limbs exposed and bare, Or only covered with His blood. 3. See there! His temples crowned with thorns, His bleeding hands extended wide; His streaming feet transfixed and torn, The fountain gushing from His side. 4. Thou dear, Thou suffering Son of God, How doth Thy heart to sinners move! Sprinkle on us Thy precious blood, And melt us with Thy dying love. Languages: English Tune Title: KEDRON (Dare)

Ye that Pass By, Behold the Man

Hymnal: Scripture Song Database #4219 (2008) First Line: [Ye that Pass By, Behold the Man] Scripture: John 18 Languages: English
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Ye that pass by behold the man

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians #86b (1803) Lyrics: 1 Ye that pass by behold the man, The man of grief condemn'd for you; The Lamb of God for sinner's slain, Weeping to Calvary pursue. 2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear, With nails they fasten to the wood-- His sacred limbs expos'd and bare, Or only cover'd with his blood. 3 See there! his temples crown'd with thorns, His bleeding hands extended wide; His streaming feet transfix'd and torn, The fountain gushing from his side. 4 Thou dear, thou suffering Son of God, How doth thy heart to sinners move! Sprinkle on us thy precious blood, And melt us with thy dying love! 5 The earth could to her centre quake, Convuls'd when her Creator died; O may our inmost nature shake, And bow with Jesus crucified! 6 At thy last gasp the graves display'd Their horrors to the upper skies; O that our souls might burst the shade, And quicken'd by thy death, arise! 7 The rocks could feel thy powerful death, And tremble, and asunder part; Oh rend, with thy expiring breath, The harder marble of our heart. Languages: English
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Ye that pass by, behold the Man

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #187 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Ye that pass by, behold the Man-- The Man of griefs--condemned for you; The Lamb of God, for sinners slain, Weeping to Calvary pursue. 2 To us our own Barabbas give,-- Away with him, they loudly cry; Away with him, not fit to live,-- The vile seducer crucify! 3 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear; With nails they fasten to the wood; His sacred limbs, exposed and bare, Or only covered with his blood. 4 Behold his temples crowned with thorn; His bleeding hands extended wide; His streaming feet transfixed and torn; The fountain gushing from his side! 5 O thou dear suff'ring Son of God, How doth thy heart to sinners move! Sprinkle on us thy precious blood, And melt us with thy dying love Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death; The Cleansing Fountain Scripture: Lamentations 1:12
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Behold the man

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CXXXVI (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Ye that pass by, behold the man Lyrics: 1 Ye that pass by, behold the man, The man of grief condemn'd for you, The Lamb of God for sinners slain, Weeping to Calvary pursue. 2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear, With nails they fasten to the wood— His sacred limbs— expos'd and bare, Or only cover'd with his blood. 3 See there! his temples crown'd with thorns, His bleeding hands extended wide, His streaming feet transfix'd and torn, The fountain gushing from his side. 4 Thou dear, thou suffering Son of God, How doth thy heart to sinners move! Sprinkle on us thy precious blood, And melt us with thy dying love! 5 The earth could to her centre quake, Convuls'd when her Creator died; O may our inmost nature shake, And bow with Jesus crucified! 6 At thy last gasp the graves display'd Their horrors to the upper skies; O that our souls might burst the shade, And, quicken'd by thy death, arise! 7 The rocks could feel thy powerful death, And tremble, and asunder part; O rend, with thy expiring breath, The harder marble of our heart. Topics: The Sufferings and Death of Christ; Suffering of Christ Scripture: John 19:5 Languages: English
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Ye that pass by, behold the man

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs #H.LXXIV (1817) Languages: English
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Behold the Man!

Hymnal: Society hymns, original and selected on evangelical and experimental subjects #XXVI (1790) First Line: Ye that pass by, behold the Man! Lyrics: 1 Ye that pass by, behold the Man! The Man of grief, condemn'd for you, The Lamb of God, for sinners slain, Weeping, to Calvary pursue. 2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear, With nails they fasten to the wood; His sacred limbs, expos'd and bare, Or only cover'd with his blood. 3 See there his temples crown'd with thorns, His bleeding hands extended wide, His streaming feet transfix'd and torn, The fountain gushing from his side. 4 Thou dear, thou suff'ring Son of God, How doth thy heart to sinners move! Sprinkle on us thy precious blood, And melt us with thy dying love! 5 The earth could to her centre quake, Convuls'd when her Creator died; O may our inmost nature shake, And bow with Jesus crucified! 6 At thy last gasp, the graves display'd Their horrors to the upper skies; O that our souls might burst the shade, And quicken'd by thy death, arise! 7 The rocks could feel thy powerful death, And tremble, and asunder part; O rend, with thy expiring breath, The harder marble of our heart. Languages: English
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Ye that pass by, behold the Man!

Hymnal: Hymns and Sacred Poems #22 (1742) Languages: English
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Ye that pass by, behold the Man!

Hymnal: Social Hymns, and Spiritual Songs #28 (1839)
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Ye that pass by, behold the man!

Hymnal: Hymns for Social Worship #35 (1840) Languages: English

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