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1 I saw one hanging upon a tree
In bitter pain and woe;
His hands were pierced that I might go free
And full salvation know.
He took my place, and by His grace
I live today;
The Son of God, by His precious blood,
Has washed my sins away.
2 The bitter anguish that there He bore,
Should have been mine that day;
The cruel thorn crown that there He wore
I should have borne away. [Refrain]
3 The scoffs and jeers that He had to bear
On Calv’rys rugged tree;
His heavy burden beyond compare
Should have been borne by me. [Refrain]
4 What matchless love that could die for me
And suffer in my place!
How strange that Christ would my ransom be,
A miracle of grace! [Refrain]Source: Alexander's Hymns No. 3 #43