Behold! a spotless Victim dies, My Surety on the tree;
The Lamb of God the Sacrifice, He gave Himself for me!

Whatever curse was mine He bore; The wormwood and the gall
There in that lone mysterious hour, My cup–He drained it all!

Lord Jesus! Thou, and none beside, It’s bitterness could know,
Nor other tell Thy joy’s full tide, That from that cup shall flow.

Thine is the joy, but yet ’tis mine, ‘Tis ours as one with Thee
My joy flows from that grief of Thine, Thy death brings life to me!

And while the ages roll along, This shall my glory be;
And this the new and endless song, Thy love to us–to me!

Perhaps the challenge for contemporary musicians is NOT inventing new choruses but developing new tunes to these amazing words. These hymns have substance, truth and worthwhile content. May we join today in this new and endless song!