They nailed my Lord upon the tree
And left Him, dying, there:
Thro’ love he suffered there for me;
‘Twas love beyond compare.
And nailed upon the tree!
With pierced hands and feet and side!
For you! For me!
Upon His head a crown of thorns,
Upon His heart my shame;
For me He prayed, for me He died,
And, dying, spoke my name.
“Forgive them, O forgive!” He cried,
Then bowed His sacred head;
O Lamb of God! My sacrifice!
For me Thy blood was shed.
His voice I hear, His love I know;
I worship at His feet;
And kneeling there, at Calv’ry’s cross,
Redemption is complete.