Behold The Wood

Behold, behold the wood of the cross,
on which is 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.

And when my hour of glory comes
as all was meant to be, you shall see me
lifted up upon a tree.

For there can be no greater love
shown upon this land than in the one
who came to die that we might live.

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