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. |