Centuries Ago

Centuries ago, He hung upon the cross
Pleading for a pardon,
Where just hours before He’d suffered
In Gethsemane’s garden.
With nails in hands and feet,
He hung in front of death—
His Father’s will He had fulfilled—
“It is finished.”  With one last breath
He died!  The Savior died!
And we were there to see;
Yes, we all saw Him from the skies
As He died in Calvary.
I’m sure we couldn’t stand to watch
The agony of pain He bore:
Nails through flesh, whipped and beat,
Blood from every pore.
All was given, all was suffered
So we’d live again with Him.
But many in the world today
Still worship Christ in Jerusalem,
Praising Him on the cross
Who lived and died for all;
But soon forget that He came down
To redeem men from the fall.
For Christ not only lived and died
But rose and lived once more;
An empty tomb He left behind
And came knocking at our door:
“Don’t leave Me hanging on the cross,”
He pleads of all who hear,
“I live!  I live!  I live again!
Ye have no need to fear.
For in Me death is swallowed up,
Ye shall live once more.
So go and tell the world I live
Two by two and door by door.
Worship Me, who’s resurrected,
I live to save all men.
Pull me down from the cross
And let Me live for them.”