A purple robe, a crown of thorn
A purple robe, a crown of thorn,
a reed in his right hand;
before the soldiers’ spite and scorn
I see my Saviour stand.
2. He bears between the Roman guard
the weight of all our woe;
a stumbling figure bowed and scarred
I see my Saviour go.
3. Fast to the cross’s spreading span,
high in the sunlit air,
all the unnumbered sins of man
I see my Saviour bear.
4. He hangs, by whom the world was made,
beneath the darkened sky;
the everlasting ransom paid,
I see my Saviour die.
5. He shares on high his Father’s throne,
who once in mercy came;
for all his love to sinners shown
I sing my Saviour’s name.
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