He was beaten, bruised and torn
His body tired and worn
Yet he did not speak a word in His defense
A crown of thorns upon His head
His forehead slowly bled
Then pain and agony was quite intense

Then they placed a robe upon Him
With a scepter in His hands
The guard knelt down and mocked Him as a King
Little did they know their words
Were true through all of time
Because He was indeed the King of Kings

The cross was laid upon His back
He fell beneath its weight
His weak and bloody body just gave out
They led Him to Golgotha
They nailed Him to the cross
Forgive them was His final living shout

They thought they had the victory
But soon they would find out
That what they did would touch all of mankind
Three days He laid a dead man
But then He rose again
The victory over life and death complete

He brought us victory that day
He showed us His amazing grace
By dying and then rising up again
Now we should live for Him
His Word deep down within
For soon He will be coming back again