It was an ancient olive grove
that sheltered Jesus while he prayed,
his heart in anguish as he strove
and gave himself to be betrayed.

When morning came he was condemned
and to his execution led:
God's guiltless Son unjustly blamed,
a murderous bandit freed instead.

Then lifted up for all to see,
the Prince of life was crucified:
they nailed his body to a tree,
and thrust a spear into his side.

But, Christ, the precious blood you shed
has bought our peace, our sins forgiven;
and since you rose up from the dead
we rise to life, as heirs of heaven.


Emma Turl
© Emma Turl, admin. The Jubilate Group
Metre: 8 8 8 8 (LM) / Suggested tune: O WALY WALY