He stood before the court On trial instead of us;
He met its pow'r to hurt, Condemned to face the cross --
Our King, accused of treachery;
Our God, abused for blasphemy!

These are the crimes that tell The tale of human guilt;
Our sins, our death, our hell -- On these the case is built.
To this world's pow'rs the Lord stays dumb.
The guilt is ours, no answers come.

The sentence must be passed, The unknown pris'ner killed;
The price is paid at last, The law of God fulfilled.
He takes our blame, and from that day
Th' accuser's claim is wiped away.

Shall we be judged and tried? In Christ our trial is done;
We live, for he has died, Our condemnation gone.
In Christ are we both dead and raised,
Alive and free -- his name be praised!

Text: c 1982 by Hope Publishing Co., Carol Stream, IL 60188. All rights reserved. Used by permission. Tune: c 1958 Service Book and Hymnal. Reprinted by permission of Augsburg Fortress