For all the wrongs we do.
He came to earth to die for us,
So we’d be born anew.
He cried, in a plaintive voice;
"Yet not My will, but Thine be done;"
He said, in His faithful choice.
He faced a hostile crowd;
The governor, Pilate, saw through it all;
Jesus’ guilt he disavowed.
Said Pilate, "Let Him be."
But the crowd yelled "Crucify him now,
And set Barabbas free!"
And Jesus was led away.
The soldiers beat him, and mocked Him, too,
Yet He continued to obey.
As His sentence was carried out;
His hands and feet were pierced with nails,
But He did not scream or shout.
They know not what they do."
He said this despite His torment, because,
He was thinking of me and you.
As His body gave up to death.
The curtain tore, and darkness fell,
After He took His last breath.
It’s why on Easter we’re filled with pleasure:
Death could not our Savior hold;
His power is beyond all measure.
Ever since, He’s inspired devotion,
And we’ll be with Him for eternity,
When we get our heavenly promotion.
He suffered and died in our place.
He rose and forgave us and loves us still,
Our Savior of matchless grace.