Behold, the man they mock is Christ The crowds demand that He must die Pierced and wounded, crucified Behold, the man they mock is Christ The wrath of God is on His Head Because the wage of sin is death Perfect, still His blood is shed The wrath of God is on His Head ♪ It should be me upon that cross My flesh rebels against His law Lost and ruined by the fall It should be me upon that cross Inside a tomb, His body laid My debt from sin is fully paid I was guilty, He was slain Inside a tomb, His body laid ♪ The prince of darkness held the thought That Jesus died and hope was lost ♪ But three days passed and He was wrong The veil was torn and Christ was gone The Savior lives to set me free From every sin that tethers me Death now forever lost its sting The Savior lives to set me free Oh, to set me free Oh ♪ A great rejoicing is to come And on that day I'll see The Son Father, Spirit, three in one A great rejoicing is to come