On Friday morning long ago
The Savior walked this way
Through crowds of jeers and women’s tears
The people heard Him say.
Weep not for me, but for the ones
That close and harden hearts.
For they don’t care to lift their share
And learn what grace imparts.
My God! My God! Where have You gone?
No rescue for my soul.
When Love had passed the lots were cast
To win the precious stole.
Into your hands my soul commend,
It’s finished, now I thirst.
God’s only son, the Holy One,
By lance His heart was burst.
The sky grew dark, the earth it shook.
The curtain torn in two.
That Friday morning filled with mourning
Jesus died for you.