A crown of thorns around His head
A nail through hands and feet
Hung on a cross - He slowly bled
that we might be complete

He died that He might save us all
He died that we might live
and as He died, they heard Him call
'My father - please forgive'

Bravely He hung and bled up there
As they jeered and stoned Him too
'Father, show them how much You care
for they know not what they do'

Dear loving Father, help us to be
Worthy of your sacrifice and love
Let us see your wondrous majesty
in your glorious Heaven above.