I sing

"A purple robe, a crown of thorns,
a reed in His right hand;
before the soldiers' spite and scorn
I see my Saviour stand.
He bears between the roman guards
the weight of all our woe;
A stumbling figure bowed and scarred
I see my Saviour go.
Fast to the cross' spreading span,
High in the sunlit air.
All the unnumbered sins of man
I see my Saviour bear.

He hangs, by whom the world was made,
Beneath the darkened sky;
The everlasting ransom paid,
I see my Saviour die.
He shares on high His Father's throne,
Who once in mercy came;
For all His love to sinners shown,
I sing my saviour's name.