He came into the world He made,
Established that in Him we're free;
In this mortality displayed
The one who benefits is me.
His faithfulness is manifest,
Yet ours so weak, to thrice deny
Eternal life would He bequest;
The one so lacking faith was I.
Now by a kiss was he forsook
That night in dark Gethsemane;
Then who indeed in this partook?
The one who gave Him up was me.
And was I there so long ago
When angry mobs yelled "crucify"?
Amid the shouts, this truth I know:
The one responsible was I.
He was pierced for our transgressions,
Crushed for our iniquity;
Our punishment was upon Him,
And by His stripes we're healed.
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