For the crucified one The wise misunderstand you The strong think they've put you down The simple can discern you And blind men have seen your crown. Your father has disowned you And left you upon this tree. Your friends have all abandoned you Do not depend on me. In chaos doubt his wisdom In danger doubt his power But will you doubt his love for you At this, his bloody hour? At this his lonely hour You are like no other Your ways are not our ways If this your shame is glory May I not be ashamed. Your precious flesh unites us Your blood is like melted gold With nothing it can't purchase Burning and taking hold. O Lord of all the universe King of wood and nail; In weakness, love revealing, In failure you prevail.