Something to thank for till our breaths keep us still.

He trudged in Golgotha- the place of Skull

With cross on His back that made His face so dull,

Scourged His head with crown of thorns

As His cloth was tattered and torn,

His blood poured heavily on His face.

And the physique of His face cannot be traced,

This blood that renewed my one lost hope

That in the dark I can see and no more grope,

How grateful I am to Jesus cleansing blood

That made me white as snow and made my heart glad

The blood that gives new life and cleanses me

I give my word of thanks and heartily worship Thee.

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