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
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