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
|Instances (1 - 1 of 1)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Alexander's Hymns No. 3 #43||He Took My Place||I saw one hanging upon a tree||[I saw one hanging upon a tree]||Richard Hainsworth||1915|