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