The Song of a Theif

Could it be? This man beside me - Battered, bleeding, dying? Could it be? Amid the rising jeers This mocking crowd is crying? Could it be? Though wails surround Of those recanting in regret? Could it be? No. It doesn't seem likely... We couldn't have... and yet... Oh dear Lord God have mercy! For what is this we have done? This surely is He who hangs by me - We have crucified Your Son! 'Twas my voice that the Savior heard As He hung upon that tree, And trembling, lifted sacred head And looked right up at me. Oh the words to me He's spoken! Oh most precious words e'er said! Whilst for me He took upon my guilt And bearing such, dropped dead. Praise be! My God beside me - Battered, bleeding, dying! Praise be! Amid the rising jeers This mocking crowd is crying! Praise be! Though wails surround Of those recanting in regret! Praise be! Though it doesn't seem likely - He shouldn't have... and yet... My dear Lord God had mercy! For despite what I have done, This surely is He who hangs by me! ...I have crucified Your Son.