making his home with the lonely
spending his days witht he poor
bringing hope their hearts
giving man a new start
with his cure
but not all would recieve of his offereing
some even planned his decease
and yet he couldn't forsake
those whose lives he might save
so he refused to leave

never a better hero
never a truer name
hoping to save us
by taking our pain in his hands
never a greater compassion
never a wasted day
not one regret
true to the end
there was never a better way

now, he knew his life would be shortened
but never murmured a word of complaint
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 it was no surprise
there was love in his eyes
when he died

never a better hero
never a truer name
hoping to save us
by taking our pain in his hands
never a greater compassion
never a wasted day
not one regret
true to the end
there was never a better way

but death was not the end
for he would live again

never a better hero
never a truer name
giving us all that he had
hoping to save us
by taking our pain in his hands
never a greater compassion
never a wasted day
he showed the grave
not one regret
true to the end
there was never a better way

all that he did
follow and live
there'll be never a better way