They nailed my Lord upon the tree
And left Him, dying, there.
Through love He suffered there for me;
'Twas love beyond compare.
Upon his head a crown of thorns,
Upon his heart my shame;
For me He prayed, for me He died,
And, dying, spoke my name.
[Chorus]
Crucified! Crucified!
And nailed upon the tree!
With piercéd hands and feet and side!
For you! For me!
