I wasn't there when they beat Him
and His blood was flowing free.
No, I wasn't there. I didn't see.
And yet, He did it all for me.

I wasn't there when they crowned Him
With thorns instead of jewels.
I wasn't there when they accused Him
Of breaking all the rules.

I wasn't there when they nailed Him
upon that old rugged tree.
I wasn't there when He bowed His head
And He died on Calvary.

No, I wasn't there. I didn't see.
And, no one uttered a sound.
They watched them crucify my Lord
And His blood drip onto the ground.

If I was there, I would have said,
"I'll take my Savior's place."
Instead, He died, without me,
And, in shame, I hid my face.

I wasn't there. Yet, I knew His love
And why He died upon that tree.
No, I wasn't there to see it.
But, yet, He did it all for me.