The Suffering Lord

On the rugged and cruel cross Which stood on the hill without gloss On it with its pains and misery Happened something like a mystery There my Lord and my King Was slain with much death's sting His blood was shed like water Just for me to know the Father better On Him was poured the world's shame So that I can glory in the divine Name Him they tortured like a criminal For me to receive the life eternal How He struggled with much agony! Which later became history's testimony Himself He poured out like a drink offering For all of the world's ills and suffering On His body He bore the burden Of those who are heavily laden