On the Cross his arms spread
To welcome all
But none came.
When he raised his voice
And gave up his Spirit,
The veil split to reveal the secret
But all ran.
To Grace all he called
But in fear are clothed
For guilt we carry.
Many were friends since all were close
And many hid when he laid in pain.

Was he forsaken?
Yes! Because he was in pain
Friends did he seek
But all in vain.
Torture he experienced and torment he carried
Mockery he got
For in it I gained.
With thorns he was crowned
Though in them was the glory.

What shall we say then
When the beloved is forsaken for my sake
When our burden is carried
As the Prince is forgotten and humiliated?

Oh! Rejoice
For shame is clothed with greatness
And death is defeated
As sin is broken.