Behold,
behold the wood of the cross,
on which on hung our salvation.
O come, let us adore.
Unless
a grain of wheat shall fall upon the ground and die,
it shall remain but a single grain and not give life.
Behold,
behold the wood of the cross,
on which on hung our salvation.
O come, let us adore.
And when my hour of glory comes
as all was meant to be,
you shall see me lifted up upon a tree.
Behold,
behold the wood of the cross,
on which on hung our salvation.
O come, let us adore.

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