Upon that old rugged cross,

Blood streamed from his hands and feet,

The dark nails pierce him and the sky turns black,

Cruel men did mock him and spit in his face,

He endured it all and forgave us our sins,

'Jesus' death paid our sin debt price,

His sinless soul was an offering for sin,

They gave Him a ‘crown’ of sharp thorns,

He suffered beatings beyond belief,

Such lonely cries He made, from Calvary,

He borne our brokenness and dearly paid the cost,

His scourged back stung and bled and bled,

It is finished! ' the Saviour screamed,

He died for you. He died for me,