Upon the hill, Golgotha
Three Crosses stood in line
Two thieves beside the Saviour.
Redemption was the time.
The Messiah in the centre,
Mocking title above His head -
'Jesus, King of the Jews'
But the people wished Him dead.
This King was mocked and beaten
His garment torn in four
A piece for every soldier
His tunic - they wanted more.
He hung in wretchèd agony,
And gazed down at the crowd
He saw his mother standing there,
"Care for her!" He shouted loud.
The wrath of God, poured out on Him
Forsaken and alone,
He was our perfect Substitute -
For sin He did atone.
No more the beasts are needed,
No priests with garments rare
For Jesus's sacrifice is enough
Because He suffered there.
After He gave up His life,
They laid Him in a tomb
Three nights He was in grave clothes
In that dark and stoney room
But on the third day, God agreed -
Sufficient was His death
To atone for the sins of many
To grant eternal breath.
They laid Him in a tomb
Three nights He was in grave clothes
In that dark and stoney room
But on the third day, God agreed -
Sufficient was His death
To atone for the sins of many
To grant eternal breath.
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