There's a story so unkind
False accused and there condemned
Yet they found no fault in Him
Purple robed my savior of war
Oh, the shame for me he bore
As he stood alone, forsaken on that day
And they placed upon his head
Piercing thorns of bloodstained red
His raiment was a scarlet purple
He was mocked and scorned by all
As the tears of sorrow fell
Soldiers of the wicked men
Smote him with their evil hands
Purple robe my savior wore
Oh, the shame for me he bore
And they placed upon his head
Piercing thorns of blood -stained red
His raiment was a scarlet purple robe
Words of truth that day were plain
From the lips a pile of gain
In this man I find no reason he should die
But the multitude then cried,
Let him now be crucified,
Purple robe, my savior of war,
Oh, the shame for me he bore
As he stood alone, forsaken all that day
And they blazed upon his head
in piercing thorns of red -stained red
His raiment was a scarlet -purple robe
His raiment was a scarlet -purple robe
