IT WAS NOT THE NAILS

It was not the nails that held 
Our Lord to the cross,
It was His love for you and me,
The crown of thorns He did not
have to bear
But for love He went to Calvary.

CHORUS
And when that old rugged cross
Attains the goal,
And the face of the Saviour
we’ll behold
It will be worth everything
When we will see the King
And hear Him say,
my child well done!

On that old rugged cross
He paid the price for you and me
Oh such love the world has
never known
And by His love and by His grace
We shall look upon His face
And hear Him say,
"my child well done!"