Don’t weep for me when you look at the cross.

Don’t weep for me. My death was not a loss.

Naked though I was, and in agony I cried.

My suffering gave God ultimate power

Over death, hell, and the grave.

By my shed blood, He would save

All who accepts the price I paid.

So, don’t weep for me when you look at the cross.

My passion, my pain is an open door

By which God’s finest creation, the soul of man,

Can be forever restored.