Bring before my face a picture Of a hillside bleak and dross Let me see the gentle stranger Ere they praised that wooden cross
See the prisoners now emerging In Jerusalem's breaking dawn Where the lamb so bruised and broken Lifts a cross and presses on
There the sinless lamb, the Savior Gazes toward that wretched hill Knowing well it must be finished For it was His Father's will
Should my thoughts begin to wonder While in this form I still abide Draw me back beneath the fountain Where they pierced His precious side
Bring before my face a picture Of the thorns upon His brow If I've ever envisioned Calvary Let me look upon it now
What is man that God incarnate Chose to bear a cross that day Bowed His head and said it's finished Sweeping all the debt away Sweeping all the debt away
