Why Should I Gain From His Reward

The hosts of Heaven wept The Father held His ground The Saviour hung in shame With coarseness all around The crowd saw only loss Disciples hid from view A Mother watched her dreams Dismissed like morning dew. And all the Man had said And all that He had done Could not prevent the hate That stopped a mid-day’s sun He begged on our behalf That light would come, and soon And mercy for our crimes This great Plan to atone. Now I have heard the tale And I have sensed my debt And I have mourned this Cross Still, I am hopeful yet. Just as a priest of old By strictest ways and means Christ bore me on His heart And I am rendered clean. I cannot comprehend ‘Twas me for whom he died But at Redemption’s end His pain, full satisfied.