1 The hands of Christ, the caring hands,
they nailed them to a cross of wood;
the feet that climbed the desert road
and brought the news of peace with God,
they pierced them through.

2 The kingly Christ, the saviour-king,
they hailed him with a cruel crown;
the lips that spoke the truth alone,
that made the way to heaven known,
they mocked with wine.

3 Too late for life, in death too late
they tried to maim him with a spear;
for sacrilege they could not bear -
the sabbath comes, so they must tear
the heart from God.

4 To him be praise, all praise to him
who died upon the cross of pain;
whose agonies were not in vain
for Christ the Lord is risen again
and brings us joy!

Michael Perry (1942 - 1996)
© Mrs B Perry/Jubilate Hymns
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