This shifted perspective halfway through, but that’s fine.
Look and our Emmanuel see,
As He dies in agony,
Yet we loathe to even cry,
We flee from pain and yet-they die.
See despised, rejected of men,
See He bears His churches sin,
For this His seed offers a sigh:
He felt our death, and yet they die.
See He shows His wounded hands,
See He sends to all the lands,
“Go disperse the Gospel Cry,”
“Go,” He says, and yet they die.
Lo, ever with us, He is here,
Lord, now unto our souls appear,
Buried with Him, with Him we rise,
Come now sinners, why do you die?
See the Spirit that He gives,
See, within our souls He lives,
See, dry bones are given breath,
Now why will you live in death?
Smell His fragrance dripping forth,
Hear He calleth at the door,
To know Him is eternal life,
Let all draw near: why must you die?
See the bloom, extending there,
Rose of Sharon, surpassing fair,
Heaven’s Love, uplifted high,
To you He calls, why will you die?
See the Lamb of perfect White,
See, the Lion of God’s own might,
He looks on you with pitying eye,
Strong to save, why will you die?
When He in might again appears,
Will you rejoice, or shrink in fear?
We shall sup with Him on high,
Run to Him now: why will you die?
We shall our Redeemer see,
And gaze in holy ecstasy,
Come now, then, why will you die?
Here is Love and here is Life.