They covered Your eyes so that I might see
Taking turns they slapped Your face viciously
These evil deeds by the Pharisees
Were their works of hatred and jealousy
You endured the cross and the shame for me
They stripped You naked that I might be
Clothed in Your righteous robes, free of sin’s grip
And You gave Your back to the soldier’s whip
The whip cut through till Your bones were revealed
And by Your awful scourging my body is healed
You flesh hung in ribbons, Your blood gushed out
Your face was disfigured; Your beard was plucked out
The cruel crown of thorns they forced onto Your head
Renewed my mind from the realm of the dead
The thorns tore Your flesh and pressed down on Your skull
Hair matted with blood as a soldier’s blows fell
The works of my hands were sanctified
As they nailed Your hands to the cross in great pride
When the soldiers nailed Your sinless feet
My path of life was made complete
The skies grew dark in those awful hours
As Your body and mind were attacked by the powers
Of every demon and You were made sin
That I might be GOD’S righteousness and enter in
When Your side was pierced, blood and water ran free
The sign of a heart that was broken for me
And as with Adam, out of Your side
GOD formed Your beautiful, sinless Bride