He died upon a Roman cross As many died before A Roman spear then pierced His side And thus His blood was poured But oh behold His graciousness His mercy and His love It was no common thief who died But Jesus from above. He suffered grief and agony He bore such awful shame As they mocked and spit on Him And vilified His name. But hear His voice, Father forgive they know not what they do. This grace He showed His enemies He offers now to you.
His blood flowed from His nail scared hands. The very blood of God. And as the world showed forth it’s hate. His tears flowed down in love. His blood has washed away my sin. I feel it in my soul. O let me shed a tear with thee for those who do not know.
