He walked the lonely road called life,
Ridiculed and hated by man.
Yet love worked its perfect work,
It was love, which caused Him to stand.
It was love that gave Him eyes to see,
What beauty the future could hold.
In a soul redeemed by His glorious grace,
So He stayed there His gift to bestow.
It was love, that raised Him from the grave,
Interceding for those left behind.
The same love now will deliver from sin,
Heal the sick, and give sight to the blind.
It was love, precious love, of the Father and
What more could they possibly give?
Shed blood on the cross at Calvary,
Sacrificed that we might live.