Betrayed by a kiss, to His trial He was taken,
to refute all the charges men made.
Yet they wanted His death, in their malice unceasing,
so they scourged Him and sent Him to die

In a crown of sharp thorns, in pain and in passion
He was hung on the cross ‘til He died.
And the sun in its course, in the depths of its sorrow,
hid its face from the anguish of God.

He was laid in the tomb and wrapped in fine linen,
then the entrance was sealed and secured.
But the locks of frail men could’nt hold His brave spirit,
and in glory He rose once again.

So then mourn Him no more, with sad self reproaches,
but in joy let us think of His love.
For the life that He gave, is the price of redemption,
we are saved by the blood that He shed.