O dying Christ, I hear You speak.
Your body hangs, so pale and weak,
Yet love is strong
And still aware.
Your heart is planning for another's care.

Tormented Christ, I hear You pray
The words that only love can say:
"Father, forgive!"
What selfless prayer!
Your thoughts are mercy as You suffer there!

Forsaken Christ, I hear You cry.
You scream Your pain, but no reply.
Abandoned here,
Alone in death,
You trust Your Father with Your final breath.

Words by Ken Bible
Music: Traditional Folk Tune and Ken Bible
© 2007 by LNWhymns.com. CCLI Song #5009912.