A sweet little babe, born that silent night,
A sacrifice born, that we might see Light.
Two loving hands nailed to a tree,
A crown of thorns He bore for me.
Blistered and beaten, brutally maimed
OH! For my sins, I am so ashamed!
I lift my heart to you, my God, in praise,
And worship you in these our last days.
For my shame no longer must I bear,
It was taken from me as He hung there.
The most supreme Gift you have given to me,
When Your blessed Son was nailed to a tree.