Once on a cross there hung in sorrow
One who was willing to die for our sins;
God's only Son, sent down from heaven,
Came to redeem all men.

Refrain
He has surely borne our sorrow;
He has taken the sin debt away.
He was bruised for our transgressions,
And by His stripes we are healed today.

See on His brow the scars the thorns made;
See where the spear was thrust in His side;
See in His hands where nails were driven.
Oh, how He suffered and died!

There is no death, for He has risen;
Death and the grave have been conquered at last;
And this I know we shall be like Him
In His own glory at last.