They have crucified our Jesus
They have crucified our Lord
The rabble killed our Master
The Man they once adored
They took Him to Golgotha
There they nailed Him to some wood
Then they pierced His side, till blood ran out
And wasted where I stood
His trial was so illegal
A mockery of our law
They insulted Him and cast their lots
For the robe our Master wore
As He hung there on the cross
With His penetrating look
He gazed upon the crowd below
And the earth around us shook
They have crucified our Jesus
They have crucified our Lord
The very words of love He spoke
Are now cast away, ignored
Surely He's the Son of God
Shouted one man from the crowd
But our Master had already died
For His head was hung and bowed
As the stormy clouds descended
On the three they crucified
As the Heavens opened earthward
And the Veil was torn aside
Was our God of old just showing us
In a way we can't deny
That the sinless Man we murdered there
Was the Son He'd sent to die