See Him writing on that tree
Son of God for sinners slain
See Him dying, take my shame.
Chief of sinners though I be
Still He came and died for me.
Man of Sorrow, bruised for me
He is oppressed and I am free
Perfect Lamb, He bore my sin
Bleeding, dying from within.
Chief of sinners though I be
Still He came and died for me.
Praise the Lord! He rose again!
The powers of death could not hold Him!
Now He stands in victory:
Lord of Lords and King of Kings.
Lord of Lords and King of Kings.
Praise the Lord! He rose again!
The powers of death could not hold Him!
Now He stands in victory:
Lord of Lords and King of Kings.
Lord of Lords and King of Kings.
I fall down in gratitude
For what the Lord, has done for me.
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