Three crosses stood!
A mocking crowd, who taunt and jeer,
A few whom grace had taught to fear,
The priests and rulers filled with pride,
A dying thief on either side,
And Jesus in the midst.
A feeble few!
But owning only Christ as Lord,
And cleaving firmly to His Word,
In simple faith the promise claim,
That those who gather to His name
Have Jesus in the midst.
A heavenly scene!
Unnumbered hosts around the throne
Own He is worthy, He alone,
The center of that heavenly throng,
The object of the ransomed’s song,
Is Jesus in the midst.