Keeper of my soul, do hear,
This inadequate thanks of mine.
Blind and lost in darkest site,
You quietly guide mine hand.
In your love and mercy, Lord,
The crown did grace your brow.
Lover dearest of mine soul,
The whips did tear your back.
Then, Oh God, Creator of all,
The fists and clubs did fly.
Dearest Jesus, Son of God,
Blood poured from all thy wounds.
Glorious One from heaven above,
With tree upon thy back.
Up and up, forever on,
Beaten, bruised and torn.
Finally, my Lord, my Master,
Thy burden fell upon the road.
A man chosen from the crowd,
Carried away thy tree.
A hill mounted called The Skull,
Thy burden laid upon it.
Jesus, God's only child,
Thine arms stretched out to all.
Nails pierced thy hands, thy feet,
Thy nakedness for all to see.
My Jesus, Oh my God,
Tears are shed for Thee.
Upon that tree my Savior died
Now I am alive.
He holds me in his outstretched arms
Safe and calm and free
Forever, Lord of my soul,
Let mine heart sing this song.
Never to forget this deed
Dear Savior, lead me on.
Hear my thanks, though small they be,
And lead me ever on.