1 They bound the hands of Jesus
in the garden where He prayed;
They led Him thro' the streets in shame.
They spat upon the Savior so pure and free from sin;
They said, Crucify Him; He's to blame.
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, (alone), for you and me.
2 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 mocked His holy name.
All alone He suffered everything. (Chorus)
3 When they nailed Him to the cross,
His mother stood near by;
He said, Woman, behold thy son!
He cried, I thirst for water,
but they gave Him none to drink.
Then the sinful work of man was done. (Chorus)
4 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. (Chorus)