When my sins a multitude high,
Were the very nails in His hands;
On Golgotha, the place of the skull,
Jesus died to pay the price.
Betrayed, condemned to die,
Yet He said: “Father, forgive them, for they don’t know what they are doing”.
His gift not for a penny,
But for the salvation of many.
The curtain halved, the love of God reconciled.
The temple destroyed, Satan overjoyed;
That I forever in shackles bound.
But alas! The temple rebound;
Three days, death could not succumb.
For the price of my soul,
His blood was for my Heaven’s toll.
The Lamb of God, to heaven restored;
To the right hand, forever as Lord.