Making His home with the lowly,
spending His days with the poor
Bringing hope to their hearts,
giving Man a new start with His cure
But not all would receive of His offerings, some even planned his deceit
But he wouldn’t forsake those whose lives he might save so he refused to leave

Never a better hero,
never a truer man
Hoping to save us by taking His pain in His hand
Never a greater compassion,
never a wasted day
Not one regret,
true to the end

There was never a better way oohh…

He knew His life would be shortened,
but never murmured a word of complaint Cos He had in mind a much greater design And it helped Him through the pain
He gave man power to take Him,
knowing His death would bring life
And there was no surprise,
there was love in His eyes –
when He died…

Never a better hero,
never a truer man
Hoping to save us by taking His pain in His hand
Never a greater compassion,
never a wasted day
Not one regret,
true to the end
There was never a better way
All that He did follow and live

There was never a better way … ooh….