You despised the shame
Took all the blame
For the joy set before
You endured the Tree
Set so many Free
Sit at the right hand of the throne
You are the Author
The perfecter
Faith is lost without
Urge us onward
To Run this race
Enduring as you endured
Surrounded we are
By so many saints
Set encumbrance a side
You despised the shame
For the joy that was set before
You endured the tree
Sit now at the right hand
You authored and perfected
You did it all
No one else would do
You took it all
Something no one else could do
