I
AS THE BIRDS BEGAN TO SING
JUDGEMENT BELLS BEGIN TO RING
THEY WERE TRYING OUR LORD THERE THAT DAY.
PILATE SAID NO FAULT I FIND
IN THIS MAN THAT IS SO KIND
BUT CRUCIFY HIM I HEAR YOU SAY.
II
OH IT'S BEEN SO LONG AGO
JESUS SAVED ME THIS I KNOW
AND SWEET VICTORY HAS BEEN WON.
ON THAT THIRD AND FINAL DAY
HE CONQUERED DEATH HELL AND THE GRAVE
AND SAID WHOSOEVER WILL LET HIM COME.
CHORUS
FORGIVE THEM FATHER I HEAR HIM REPEAT
AS THE BLOOD CAME DRIPPING DOWN
FROM HIS HANDS AND HIS FEET.
A CROWN OF THORNS UPON HIS HEAD
WITH SPEAR WOUND IN HIS SIDE
OH HE BOWED HIS SWEET HEAD AND HE DIED.