They Called Him Jesus
They called Him Jesus,
Fulfilling God’s eternal plan –
The son of Mary,
The Son of God and man.
He came with healing,
Our sorrows feeling,
Our God revealing,
Jesus, my Lord.
His name is Jesus –
He came to save us from our sin
When we were helpless,
Our dying souls to win.
His love has sought me,
His grace has caught me,
His blood has bought me –
Jesus, my Lord.
They hated Jesus,
And nailed Him to a cruel tree;
But God had planned it
It was for you and me
They vilified Him,
And crucified Him,
With thieves beside Him,
Jesus, my Lord.
All Hail, King Jesus,
The Son of God and Son of Man
He lives exalted.
Enthroned at God’s right hand
He now is seated,
His work completed,
Death lies defeated,
And He’s my Lord
And He’s my Lord
And He’s my Lord
Jesus, my Lord
Copyright © Ian Service | Year Posted 2021
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