Now they were coming to take me away.
Then a voice from heaven was heard, which said,
Turn him loose, and take Me instead.
For my lost soul He began to plea
Telling the Judge HE WAS punished for me,
Hell was waiting and I would never be free
Let him go Jesus said, I took his hell you see
Oh I should have been crucified,
I should have suffered and died!
And hung on the cross in disgrace,
But Jesus, God’s Son, took my place!
Crown of thorns, the devil’s evil design,
Oh the cost to become my souls lifeline!
Those awful nails were meant for me,
Crying to His Father for my soul did plea!
His visage was so marred more than any man
His soul being crushed by His Father began!
God poured out His full wrath and hate for sin
Oh the crushing, oh the stench of sin so grim.
Oh the enormity of His pain
My sobbing I could not contain!
My love and faith in You I now see,
Your blood alone has set my soul free!