The world has never been the same
Since Jesus died;
Since He, the perfect, spotless Lamb
Was crucified.
No wonder crime, and hate, and war,
Creation knows;
O’er it there burns the blood-red star
That then arose.
Weep, weep, O Earth, weep bitter tears
For this your crime;
Against you stand two thousand years
Of sin-stained time.
Ere judgment fall, repent your sin
(For He must reign),
And let the cry, “O Lord,” begin—
“Come back again!