Hear Him fall upon His face 'Neath olive trees in pale moonlight His sweat was blood, in agony Was it that He prayed for me?

Torches lighting up the night Swords and spears in whitened grips N'er love and sorrow met like this Submitting to betrayal's kiss

As He stood before the priests He wouldn't even speak a word Until asked if He's the One Said "Yes, I am God's Holy Son"

Forbidden they to take His life They took Him then to Roman law Found innocent through all their jeers He looked at them with loving tears

Pilate said "I find no wrong." Yet still they shouted "Crucify!" So standing at the scourging stone His stripes my healing did atone

See Him as He was that day Crown of thorns and robe of red Dignity like n'er was seen Emitted from the Nazarene

Yet on the cross He bore it all For every person ever born For future, present and the past The once for all has come at last

When at the empty garden tomb Taking time there to reflect Since He has taken all my sin I ask, "What shall I do with Him?"