When Jesus Was Slain

When Christ the Son of God was slain

Upon that aw­ful day

The tem­ple’s veil was rent in twain

The sun­light fled away.

The debt He paid for you and me

The cross He meek­ly bore;

But now from pain and sor­row free

He reigns for­ev­er­more.

With thorns up­on His bleed­ing brow

He goes to Cal­va­ry

To death His hum­ble soul did bow

To set the cap­tives free.

The earth did quake

the saints arose

Who slept be­neath the sod;

The Roman ca­ptain cried aloud

This was the Son of God.