Lyrics
They bound the hands of Jesus in the garden where He prayed;
They led Him through the streets in shame.
They spat upon the Saviour so pure and free from sin,
They said, "Crucify Him; He's to blame."
Upon His precious head they placed a crown of thorns;
They laughed and said, "Behold the King!"
They struck Him and they cursed Him and they mocked His holy name;
All alone He suffered everything.
To the howling mob He yielded; He did not for mercy cry.
The cross of shame He took alone.
And when He cried, "It's finished," He gave Himself to die;
Salvation's wondrous plan was done.
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He could have called ten thousand angels
To destroy the world and set Him free.
He could have called ten thousand angels,
But He died alone, for you and me.