‘Why, my God, am I forsaken?
Yet I know, I’m not mistaken –
sin is serious – this is needful,
for my God to save my people.’

Bleakest hour of desolation:
triune God knows separation:
perfect fellowship in rupture,
– agony for One whose nature
holy, pure finds sin abhorrent –
now the Son becomes repugnant
to his Father, – my replacement
– he bears sin and takes my punishment;

but if Christ I’d not accepted,
this on me should still be meted.

for children
Pilate was frightened to do what he knew,
knew was the just and the right thing to do.
Pity that Pilate did not find out who,
who this man was who was holy and true.
Who is this King
who suffers for sin?
Dies to atone,
sins not his own;
causing surprise, –
his words were so wise:
worship him, Saviour, King.

The priests and the people did not give much thought
to what Jesus did, and the words that he taught;
and Pontius Pilate was puzzled, for why
didn’t he fight them or angrily cry?

tune of ‘I am so glad that my Father in heaven’