Oh to know the love that paid for me.
Beyond all comprehension, a price that I cannot conceive.
Scourged were you till your blood was shown.
Cut off from your father, you were alone.
A man of sorrows you were proclaimed.
On your shoulders, you carried my shame.
Punctured were your wrists to the delight of men.
Little did they know, you were the final payment for sin.
You were hoisted up for all see.
Quietly saying that you were dying for me.
"It is finished" you did proclaim.
Knowing this is the very reason why you came.
You placed your life in your father's hands.
So that one day, blameless before you, I may stand.