Through God's Word my eyes can see
Christ's body nailed to a tree,
Blood pouring forth for even me,
My Savior on the cross.
Heaven's host was standing by
To free Him if to God He'd cried.
He would not seek that help on high,
My Savior on the cross.
"Forgive them, Father," He implored
Through heartache, pain and anguish sore.
Could any ever love me more?
My Savior on the cross.
Sent from heaven, Christ freely gave.
He came to serve. He came to save.
My debt of sin He came to pay,
My Savior on the cross.
Michael Gifford