Son of Sorrows

Christ's body lay broken
On a table dressed in white
Rebel hands and blood stained sands
Come feel thy savior's fright

Come see the Son of Sorrows
Our hope, strung up and cut down (cut down)

Fairer than the moonlight
Fairer still than autumns rain
Bind us to Your cross of love
A martyrs death attain

Come see the Son of Sorrows
Our hope, strung up and cut down
Come see this worlds suffering
As it is buried, buried in the ground
Let it be buried, buried in the ground

Give us light in the darkest of nights
Give us love in the presents of hate
Give us peace in perpetual war
Let it be buried, buried in the ground