For as Your dear Son upon the cross
Suffered willingly for all
That sin-bound men might come to Him
And not to Satan fall-

He uttered not one bitter word
For the torment and the shame-
No reproving word to mockers
For blaspheming His name,

But rose from His beaten, swollen lips
An urgent plea to You
Of: "Father, forgive them,
For they know not what they do!"

Such depths of love I cannot grasp-
Oh, help me, Lord, I pray,
Through all expressions of my lips
To honor Him each day.