As Jesus wept, his tears were blood,
Agonising in pain as he was tortured;
Yet he was willing to taste the cross.

As he groaned, his pains were bitter,
Showing love for the whole world;
He made himself a sacrificial lamb.

As he wept, his sorrow was heavy,
Dancing to the tune of shame;
He was ready to battle with death.

As he bled, his agony showed love,
Bearing man's suffering and shame;
He cleansed humanity with his blood.

When he died, man tasted freedom,
Having defeated death he rose again;
He now lives and sits on the throne of glory.