The Lover of Humanity isn’t gone,
He’s been placed in a cave,
The Creator was slapped, spit upon,
Crucified by those He came to save.
Who has done this wicked deed?
Whom may we blame?
Those He came to free,
For love of them for which He came.
He has paid the highest cost,
The price we could not pay,
That we might be His and not lost,
In the land of the cloudless day.