See The Son

See the SON in the beginning,

As with the Father all was made;

See the SON in the manger,

As a tiny babe He was laid.

See the SON at the Temple,

Being about His Father's will;

See the SON as He's baptized,

Prophecy fulfilled.

See the SON in the Garden,

Sweating great drops of blood;

See the SON as He's betrayed,

By one whom He loved.

See the SON cruelly whipped,

His back raw and bleeding;

See the SON with a crown of thorn's

His followers quickly fleeing.

See the SON on the rugged cross,

Hanging in sorrow and pain;

See the SON give up the Ghost,

As daylight slowly wanes.

See the SON lifted down,

Taken from Golgothas's Hill;

See the SON laid to rest,

Without any funeral frill.

See the SON as He arose,

That first day of the week;

See the SON as Mary came,

Her Lord's body to seek.

See the SON as He appeared,

Inside that upper room;

See the SON as Thomas knelt,

Belief chasing away the gloom.

See the SON as He ascended,

To the Courts of Heaven above;

See the SON at God's right hand,

Interceding for those He loves.

See the SON as He returns,

In power and victory to reign;

See the SON through eternity,

As we glorify His matchless Name!