Behold the Lamb of God, who bore thy burdens on the tree; he died the captives to restore, his blood was shed for thee. Look to him, till the sight endears the Savior to thy heart; his pierc??d feet bedew with tears, nor from his cross depart. Look to him, till his dying love thy every thought control; its vast constraining influence prove o'er body, spirit, soul. Look to him, as the race you run your never-failing friend; he will complete the work begun, and grace in glory end.