Your cross was heavy,

The hill was high,

The road was dusty,

Your throat was dry.

You suffered for us,

For all mankind;

You suffered for us

And then you died. 

 

The dark clouds gathered,  

The wind grew strong.

People were frightened -

Had they done wrong?

'Forgive them, Father'

They heard you say.

Oh what love for man

To die this way.

How can we thank you?

What can we say?

For the way you suffered

For us that day,

For the cross you carried

Up the hill so high,

With a crown of thorns

You went to die  
 
You're now in heaven

By your father's side.

You're now in heaven

And love will abide,

And all God's children

Will kneel and say

'Thank you, Lord,

For our today!'