Good Friday

Why call you now this Friday good
    On which my Savior died?
His tortured body and his blood:
    He hangs there crucified.
‘Tis good, for Jesus’ sacred head
    Was wounded for our sin.
His blood ran down; with arms outspread
    He died to save all men.

Why call you now this Friday good,
    The shame upon the cross?
Messiah hangs upon the wood
    And he must take the loss.
‘Tis good, for now our debt is paid,
    Through him we owe no more,
And in the tomb his body laid:
    Praise Christ, our guarantor!

So call we now this Friday good
    And lift our praises high,
For blood and body now our food
    Have brought salvation nigh.
Our Lord and Savior, Christ the King
    Has died to set us free;
He took the blame for everything
    And brought us victory.