IT WAS HIS LOVE
T'was my sin cord that led Christ to the cross, T'was his love cord that held him on the cross, Where he paid the price and suffered; The bound sacrifice was offered, Unto God that I might from sin be freed. Once a selfish man I pondered, About selfless Christ I wondered, How on earth a man should choose to die alone? Separated from his Father, Left in darkness, just to gather, Scattered folks whose sins he came to atone? Never was it human weakness, Not was it 'cos he was friendless, That he gave his head, his sides, his hands, his feet - To the nails he was willing, Cup of suffering he was drinking, For my sins a perfect sacrifice was meet - Bleeding from his offered fullness, Crucified without a witness, Up he hung, down he looked and loud he cried! How he said "forgive them Father, For their sake he'll take the slander Then he sighed, freely bled and so he died! So dear friend present your bodies, To this Saviour, all your goodies, Crucified with him be dead...