O God of love what do I see,

The immortal One has died for me;

Son of the everlasting God

Bore all my sins, there on the tree;

The immortal One has died for me,

My Lord was nailed to the cross tree.

Ye that pass by, behold and see

As the blood flows from His body;

Sinner, see the Creator die,

There’s no sorrow to be compared;

Come let us reap the benefit

Of His being nailed to the cross.

Nailed to the tree, that you and I

Might return and come to our God;

Believe the true testimony,

The blood of Jesus has bought you.

In Him we can find forgiveness,

My Lord was nailed to the cross tree.

Let us sit down under the cross,

Under the flowing, healing stream;

Let us count everything but loss

And surrender our hearts to Him;

Let us think of this only, that

My Lord was nailed to the cross tree.