1 Sometimes I see thro’ mists of bitter tears,
A distant hill on which a cross appears
And on that cross where I myself should be,
I see the lowly Man of Galilee.
He took my place, His life He freely gave,
Oh, boundless grace! My soul from sin to save,
He took my place upon the cruel tree,
He took the guilty sinner’s place and I am free.
2 I cannot tell why He should love me so,
Why, for my sin, the garden anguish know;
Why He should wear a crown of thorns for me,
This holy, lowly Man of Galilee. [Refrain]
3 Oh, that my lips might speak His worthy praise,
And that my hands might serve Him all my days,
Until at last, thro’ His redeeming grace,
I meet and greet the Man who took my place. [Refrain]Source: The Kingdom of Praise #51