As the blood thirst chants of the crowd went on high
A ferocious criminal and murderer saw the light of day
Yes finally there was found a substitute even for Barabbas
And on that Good Friday even the most evil of men was freed
As the son of man died even for the most wretched of all
See how happily Barabbas walks down the aisle of freedom
Never to be counted among the filthy and guilty
No one dares call him a criminal now for his penalty is fully paid
Paid fully by the one who was charged with all of man’s sinfulness
That he would spare all who believe from the wrath of the jury
Who is it that willingly remains in prison?
Who was it, too sinful for Jesus to save?
If the most wretched was set free then who dare call me guilty?
See on him was laid the burden of my sin that I can be called righteous
A man forgiven of all his sins to be counted among the saints
I rejoice to know my Father considers me guiltless
That I can run to him like a little child without a care in the world
And see how wide he opens his arms to receive his beloved child
What a joy and privilege it is to be numbered among his sons
Though wretched and deserving hell, now I call heaven my home