Golgatha

'Tis now the hour of my content
'Tis now the hour the viel is rent
'Tis now the hour the world may see
And know and live in my victory

'Tis now the hour of my last breath
'Tis now the hour of my death
'Tis now the hour for which I've come
To die for all that I might save some

'Tis now I make myself a shame
'Tis now I die for what I've claimed
'Tis now I prove what has to be
'Tis now I die upon this tree

I die a death no man can die
I cry a cry no man can really cry:
Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani;
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

I die that through me you can live
I die that my blood I can give
I give my blood to make you clean
It's through my blood that your hope may be seen

I drink this cup of wrath complete
I endure the pain that ravishes me
I gladly do what I must do
I gladly die; because I love you

Copyright 1995