Hymns - A Purple Robe текст песни

A purple robe, a crown of thorn,
a reed in his right hand;
before the soldiers' spite and scorn
I see my Savior stand.

He bears between the Roman guard
the weight of all our woe;
a stumbling figure bowed and scarred
I see my Savior go.

Fast to the cross's spreading span,
high in the sunlit air,
all the unnumbered sins of man
I see my Savior bear.

He hangs, by whom the world was made,
beneath the darkened sky;
the everlasting ransom paid,
I see my Savior die.

He shares on high his Father's throne,
who once in mercy came;
for all his love to sinners shown
I sing my Savior's Name.