Behold the man they mock as Christ The crowds demand that He must die Pierced and wounded, crucified Behold the man they mock as 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 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