My head hangs low with images of Your great suffering,
as my eyes close tight and shed tears for my King,
That day of agony is over,
when Your love flowed and redeemed us,
Precious Lord,
our sins shadow the lilies in the morning light,
our anger storms in our minds,
Yet, You, glorious Jesus,
scourged and cruelly hung on that cross for all of us,
what a loss, what a loss, that became a victory.

Your love flowed and redeemed us,
they saw their own shame,
but that shame also bore my own name,
You didn't lay in that dark, cold tomb long,
three days later, in Your monumental resurrection,
You rose, You rose midst the angels,
Your love is so alive,
Precious Lord, Your blood is Life.