For the redeeming agony
You suffered there on Calvary,
For blood You shed and tears You cried,
I love You, Christ my crucified. O for Your bruised and bludgeoned frame
That bore my every sin and shame
Which You for me did take and die,
I love You, Christ my crucified. Yes, for the faithful love You showed,
Which with abundant grace once flowed
Out of Your opened hands and side,
I love You, Christ my crucified. That You, my King, would suffer scorn
Beneath a crown of twisted thorn,
Then in this rebel’s grave go lie,
I love You, Christ my crucified. And hearing how You left the grave
Alive and ever strong to save,
And then ascended as the sun,
I love You, Christ my risen one. O when I see you, risen King,
I’ll do none else but fall to sing
And with my all let this strain rise:
I love You, Christ my glorified. |
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