His back a dozen times scored,
The whistle of whips overhead.
His crimson blood surging,
His unflawed body shredded.
Yet He suffered in stifled silence,
For He knew ‘twas all for me.

He was crowned King of Jews,
His circlet of cruelest thorns.
The perfect Lamb of God,
Trampled, crushed, ravaged.
Yet He endured, agonized,
For He knew ‘twas all for me.

King of kings, God of All,
Gored to a tree, doomed for hell.
He bore the iniquities of all mankind,
His faultless Holiness replaced
With pride, anger, and lust so vile…

Sin on his back, Death ahead,
His soul shamed, Himself shunned.
Yet He had no fears, no regrets-
For He knew that all He did…

It was all for Me.