It’s on the calendar
The number of years
Since my Saviour was born

It’s in the history books
The man they called Jesus
Walked the Earth

Majestic Ruler
Born in a stable
Helplessly crying in the night

The King of the heavens
Living as servant
Friends to the sinners
Light in the darkness

This is a story
For mankind
Written in history
For you and me

The love of the Saviour
Spelt in blood, spelt in blood

And the angels were silent
When God Himself
Laid on the Cross
For our sins

And the universe trembled
When she saw her Creator
Hung by nails
To a tree

Not a saint did He die for
But a wretch like me
His nail-scarred hands
Dripping with love

And the purpose for living
In His dying breath I hear
So soft and clear
Evermore
I’ll live for my Saviour