Each night He'd lay
His head upon
A cold pillow of stone
As He would sleep
Beneath the stars
So far from His home
He would sit down
On the cold ground
Instead of His heavenly throne
This He knew
He must do
Our sins to atone
Yes He forsook heaven
And the comforts it gave
He became a carpenter
Not much more than a slave
But His real mission
Was man's soul to save
So man could see
That eternity
Waited beyond the grave
Each night He'd pray
To God and say
Please keep them safe for me
For as you know
That I must go
Up to Calvary
And there I will
Most surely spill
My blood on an old rugged tree
To keep them
Safe from sin
Through all eternity