129. Crucified

1. They nailed my Lord upon the tree

   And left Him, dying, there.

   Through love He suffered there for me;

   'Twas love beyond compare.

   Crucified! Crucified!

   And nailed upon the tree!

   With piercéd hands and feet and side!

   For you! For me!

2. 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.