Lord of the cross of shame,
set my cold heart aflame
with love for you, my saviour and my master;
who on that lonely day
bore all my sins away,
and saved me from the judgement and disaster.

Lord of the empty tomb,
born of a virgin’s womb,
triumphant over death, its power defeated;
how gladly now I sing
your praise, my risen king,
and worship you, in heaven’s splendour seated.

Lord of my life today,
teach me to live and pray
as one who knows the joy of sins forgiven;
so may I ever be,
now and eternally,
one with my fellow – citizens in heaven.

Michael Baughen/Jubilate Hymns