Crucified

They nailed my Lord upon the tree And left Him, dying, there. Through love He suffered there for me; ' Twas love beyond compare.

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.

Crucified! Crucified! And nailed upon the tree! With piercéd hands and feet and side! For you! For me!