How deeply blessed that I should be
Receiving of His grace
Through blood spilled forth on Calvary
As Jesus took my place
My sin, oh the shame to know
That I helped put Him there
And yet He chose to die for me
My burden, gladly bear
The whips which scourged His battered frame
Each blow was meant for me
The mocking words of scorners
For they refused to see
The heavy blows which nailed Him to
The cross on which He died
The pouring out of selfless love
For thieves on either side
Forgiveness that he asked for those
Who knew not what they did
His friends who left Him all alone
As in their fear, they hid
The crown of thorns so cruelly shoved
Upon his bloodied head
The burden of the heavy cross
To Golgotha, He was led
The taunting of the soldiers
As blinded, He was struck
“Prophesy who hit you,
Son of God,” they mocked
His mother, there before Him
To see her baby die
Not knowing that His sacrifice
Would save you and I
The anguished cry which was wrenched forth
As God turned His face away
The Son hung on that cross alone
Once pure, the Lamb now stain’d
Broken heart, the price He paid
Forsaken and forlorn
The crushing weight of all our sins
Its torment freely borne
“It is finished,” was His final cry
As on the cross He died
The Lamb of God who took our place
The final sacrifice
And then, cacophony of sound
As nature mourned His loss
The crashing noise of thunder
And ‘quakes as land was toss’d
The darkness as the sun was hid
As howling winds did roar
The temple veil was torn in two
The barrier is no more
In grief, His loved ones mourned His loss
They did not comprehend
That on the third day after death
The Son would rise again
In glorious and triumphant strength
The keys of Hell He claimed
Death no longer has the pow’r
It will not be regained
And now He sits at God’s right hand
His blood a veil for me
As God the Father looks at my soul
The blood alone He sees
The sacrifice upon the cross
The shame of mortal form
This love is overwhelming
My sins, my Savior bore