I was standing in a crowd one day
And there was such a din
Everyone was crying out
'Away and crucify Him'

I asked of one standing near
'What means this they're screaming ?'
He told me that the one on trial
Was guilty of 'blaspheming'

'How' I asked 'is this
what is it he has done ?'
The other one replied
'Said He was God's own Son.'

And as I then beheld this man
Who had been scourged and blamed
I could not tell just what it was ?
But I felt so ashamed.

For I could see within his eyes
As he looked back at me;
One who was a loving friend
He was no enemy.

And on the hill called Calvary
Outside that City gate
They nailed him to his heavy stake
Then they reviled with hate.

Now as I approached His dying form
I saw the blood - soaked ground
I cried, I fell down at His feet
My Saviour I had found.

For into His eyes again I'd looked
And this time I did see,
He had no need to say one word
'cause He was there FOR ME !

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