And the roman soldiers laughed when they saw their prisoner stumble.
He did not revile them back, And wondering I asked,
Who is this man so humble?

And a woman at my side, Choked on her reply,
And she struggled not to weep, The tears poured down her cheek,
Her hear breaking as she cried:

O Lord, my Redeemer
Thou hast done so much for me.
O Lord, my Redeemer
All my love I give to thee.

And the crowd went pushing on, I felt compelled to follow.
I knew that they were wrong, How they mocked him all along
Suddenly my heart went allow.

For they nailed him to a tree, On a hill called Calvary
As I stood there filled with wonder, The heavens roared with thunder
And again I heard this plee:

O Lord, my Redeemer
Thou hast done so much for me.
O Lord, my Redeemer
All my love I give to thee.

And I could not forget his face, As I wandered from that place,
With the questions ever burning, I put myself to learning,
And each answer came with grace.

So I knelt in earnest prayer, His memory still there,
And the more that I'd inquire, The hotter burned the fire.
I found joy beyond compare.

And the day turned into three, Morning found me in a garden.
Where the gentle April breeze, Returned me to my knees,
Pleading for a pardon.

And I can't say when or why, but I opened up my eyes.
His feet were there before me, His hands were opened only,
And his face I recognized.

O Lord, my Redeemer
Thou hast done so much for me.
O Lord, my Redeemer
All my love I give to thee.