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THEY CAPTURE JESUS AND BIND HIS HANDS,
THEN IN PILATE'S COURT HE STANDS.
AS THEY WHIP HIM, BLOOD FLOWS RED LIKE WINE,
THE STRIPES ARE HIS; THE SINS ARE MINE.
THE ROMAN SOLDIERS ALL MOCK HIM NOW,
CROWN OF THORNS UPON HIS BROW.
THROUGH THE CITY JESUS BEARS HIS CROSS;
HE'S SEEKING ME, FOR I WAS LOST.
SHARP SPIKES ARE DRIVEN RIGHT THROUGH HIS HANDS,
DARKNESS FALLS ACROSS THE LAND.
IT IS FINISHED, JESUS BOWS HIS HEAD,
THEY PIERCE HIS SIDE; MY KING IS DEAD.
MY LORD IS LAID IN A COLD DARK TOMB,
SOLDIERS GUARD TO SEAL HIS DOOM.
DAWN IS BREAKING AND THE TOMB IS BARE!
YES, HE'S ALIVE, HE IS NOT THERE!
UPON THE CROSS AT CALVARY,
HIS BLOOD WAS SHED TO SET ME FREE.
THE FATHER'S WILL IS TO FORGIVE,
SO JESUS DIED THAT I MIGHT LIVE.
GLORY, GLORY, HALLELUJAH,
JESUS DIED THAT I MIGHT LIVE!
HALLELUJAH TO THE LAMB,
JESUS DIED THAT I MIGHT LIVE!
JESUS DIED THAT I MIGHT LIVE!