Category: Crucifixion

I thank You, kind Father
That there is a mercy seat
For us in Heaven above
An altar of sacrifice
Sprinkled with blood
A token of mercy and love

A sacrifice offered
Without any blemish
To cleanse Your people from sin
So perfect He bleaches
And not only covers
The filth and corruption within

A precious Lamb slain
From the world’s foundation
His wondrous Name’s Lord Jesus Christ
A sacrifice wounded to death
For our pardon
And risen to give us new life

Bloodied and bruised
Hacked and terribly beaten
So gracious Your love for the world
That Your only Son
You placed on the altar
That by Him our cups may be filled

I thank You Kind Father
That there is a High Priest
To make intercession for men
Who pleads our forgiveness
For our great transgression
Who offered Himself for our sin

May we never count
The blood of the Covenant
As an unholy thing
Nor trample the blood
Of Your Son underfoot
Having been sanctified once by Him

But, Lord, be our strength
Our guide and our comfort
Lead us to Your golden shore
Give us Living Waters
That we may drink freely
And dwell in us for evermore

How fathomless the love of God
To send His Son to Calvary
To suffer torturous pain and shame
To die a cursed death on a tree

What endless love and grace in Christ
That He would pay sin’s price for me
Became my sin and took my place
And paid the highest penalty

How broken hearted Father God
Who couldn’t look upon His Son
Drenched in my full iniquity
Hanging there in place of me

How alienated and alone
Christ must have felt when He
Cried: Why have You forsaken Me
While He hung there in agony

My God, My God He cried that day
Because sin separated Him
From Son-ship as He bled for me
He couldn’t call God, Father, then

But praise my Father God above
Who gave His Son in wondrous love
Bless Jesus that He fetched the keys
Of Hell and death in victory

Now I will never have to die
I’ll never pay the price of sin
For Jesus made me righteous, free
And gave to me eternity

I love You, adore You, Saviour divine
Great prophet who turned the water to wine
You heal the sick and raise the dead
You love us so much, You died in our stead

They scourged You, each stripe upon Your back
A healing for us, and they placed a sack
Over Your holy head and slapped Your face
And sinners like us were saved by Your grace

A crown of cruel thorns was pressed on Your head
Down Your face and back Your blood flowed red
They clothed You in a purple cloak
Then bowed before You to mock and gloat

They spat on You, Jesus, and You were bruised
By the sticks and the fists that the Pharisees used
They shoved Your cross on shoulders raw
Without complaint, our sin, Lord, You bore

Beloved of God, but despised by men
They crucified You, but You rose again
Hell nor the grave could keep You, Lord
Saved are all people who live by Your Word

Born to suffer and to die
Because He loved
Undefiled, He lived midst sin
Because of love

Healed the sick and raised the dead
Through wondrous love
Set captives free and preached the truth
In endless love

Despised and spat upon and mocked
By those He loved
Beaten till His bones showed through
His healing love

Resurrected from the grave
For those He loved
Bore the scars inflicted
By the ones He loved

Wore a crown of thorns, shoved there
By those He loved
Nailed upon a cross, He died
For those He loved

Ascended into Heaven
Done, His deed of love
Now He dwells within the hearts
Of those He loves

All for me, yes, all for me
Jesus suffered all for me
Agonized in prayerful plea
For me at Gethsemane

All for me, yes, all for me
Punched and mocked exceedingly
Mercilessly whipped for me
Beard plucked out by Pharisees

All for me, yes, all for me
Crowned with crown of thorns for me
Blood flowed from Him endlessly
As He walked to Calvary

All for me, yes, all for me
Nailed to the cross in agony
Naked for the world to see
Shamed, made sin because of me

All for me, yes, all for me
Wounded unto death for me
Blood and water flowing free
When His side was pierced for me

All for me, yes, all for me
Jesus died in place of me
With a shout of victory
He rose again to set me free

It pleased Father God to send His Son
To be tortured and die in our stead
And our forefathers mocked, both Gentiles and Jews
While the Saviour suffered and bled

The Father’s heart broke as He gazed at the scene
But He had to allow it to be
And He silently watched Jesus suffer and die
In order to set mankind free

Fairest one of ten thousand disfigured so much
He was marred more than any man
An object of horror and many were stunned
But their frenzy could not be restrained

Despised and rejected, forsaken, by all
He suffered in silence, alone
The soldiers’ whips pounded and ripped his back
Till His flesh was stripped to the bone

Thorns were imbedded deep in His skull
From a crown that the soldiers had made
And beat into His head by a rod in full swing
While no-one came to His aid

After stripping Him naked, a kingly robe
Was hung on His blood soaked form
Then the garrison bowed and hailed Him as King
As they shamed Him and laughed in great scorn

When the robe was removed, all these soldiers took turns
To spit in His sinless face
This man who had never done anything wrong
Was wrongly dishonoured, disgraced

When they drove in the spikes, Jesus whispered: Forgive
While the Father watched from above
And He hung there and died knowing full well
All the souls who’d reject His love

His love’s too wondrous to behold
A love that set me free
A love that led my Saviour to
His death at Calvary

Remember how they came to Him
With swords and staves that night
When in Gethsemane He prayed
These men in all their might

Betrayal by a Judas kiss
Bound like a common thief
They mocked and jeered and spat on Him
The silence of His grief

The crown made of Jerusalem thorns
Pressed deep into His flesh
His beard plucked out by sinful hands
The agony of His death

The thirty-nine stripes He received
His very bones laid bare
The awful thirst, His mouth so dry
The soldiers didn’t care

They stripped Him naked, shared His clothes
Cast lots to win His cloak
His face unrecognizable
What demons were evoked

Nailed to the cross, nails touching nerves
Excruciating pain
And yet He uttered no reproach
But bore our hurt and shame

Became our sin to set us free
And died that we might live
And even with His dying breath
Cried; Father, please forgive

Forgive them, for they know not what they do
He cried that day
And nature mourned while people laughed
The bright sun hid away

The Earth grew dark, rocks tore and fell
Man ran and hid away
The dead walked through Jerusalem
For Jesus died that day

The curtain in the temple rent
The holy place in sight
No longer was the glory there
They’d killed God’s perfect light

A sword was pierced into His side
And blood and water flowed
Sign of a broken hearted death
Such wondrous love bestowed

If I could give all that I have
It never could atone
For that which Jesus gave that day
To bring this lost sheep home