I saw one hanging on the tree In agony and blood He fix His languaged eyes on me As near His cross I stood Sure never till my latest breath Can I forget that look It seem to charge me with His death Though not a word He spoke How can it be upon a tree The Savior died for me My soul is thrilled, my heart is filled To think He died for me My conscience filled alone for guilt And bounds me in despair I saw my sins His blood has spilled And have to nail Him there Alas I knew not what I did But now my tears are vain Where shall my trembling soul begin Where I the Lord have sway How can it be upon a tree The Savior died for me My soul is thrilled, my heart is filled To think He died for me A second look He gave we said "I freely, oh forgive. " His Blood is then a ransom paid "I died at you, BELIEVE!" How can it be upon a tree The Savior died for me My soul is thrilled, my heart is filled To think He died for me! To think... HE DIED FOR ME!!!