I Love You, Christ, My Crucified

For the re­deem­ing ago­ny

You suf­fered there on Cal­va­ry

For blood You shed and tears You cried

I love You

Christ my cru­ci­fied.

O for Your bruised and blud­geoned frame

That bore my ev­ery sin and shame

Which You for me did take and die

I love You

Christ my cru­ci­fied.

Yes

for the faith­ful love You showed

Which with abun­dant grace once flowed

Out of Your op­ened hands and side

I love You

Christ my cru­ci­fied.

That You

my king

would suf­fer scorn

Beneath a crown of twist­ed thorn

Then in this re­bel’s grave go lie

I love You

Christ my cru­ci­fied.

And hear­ing how You left the grave

Alive and ev­er strong to save

And then as­cend­ed as the sun

I love You

Christ my ris­en one.

O when I see you

ris­en King

I’ll do none else but fall to sing

And with my all let this strain rise:

I love You

Christ my glo­ri­fied.