Son

Suffered sin's arrowhead of the friend you raised from dead,
Opened Your hands to give Your life, and for the whole world you bled,
Father, forgive them, You said, and gave Yourself, Instead
Of me crushed for my iniquity, to my death You were led.
Rivers, crimson red, on sin and death You tred,
All placed beneath Your feet, as You rose, the Living Bread.
That day, no longer do I dred,
O my Good and Holy God, Jesus, the Church's Head.