They bound the hands of Jesus in the garden where he prayed They led him thru the streets in shame They spat upon the savior so pure and free from sin They said, "crucify him: he's to blame He could have called ten thousand angels To destroy the world and set him free He could have called ten thousand angels But he died alone, for you and me Upon his precious head they placed a crown of thorns They laughed and said, "Behold the king" They struck him and they cursed him and mocked his holy name All alone he suffered everything