The hour is come, the end draws nigh,
The Prince of Peace prepares to die.
From the bitter cup, the dregs He’ll drink,
Below all things His soul will sink.
He descends through hell to lift us all,
A chosen ransom from the fall.
A heavy price to bring us home,
An awful burden He bears alone.
His blood He sweats, His life He’ll give
Because He loved us we may live!
Greg Olsen – 2008