Behold the Wood

Dan Schutte


Lyrics / Letras

Behold, behold
the wood of the cross
on which is hung
our salvation.
O come, let us adore.

1. Unless a grain of wheat shall fall
upon the ground and die,
it shall remain but a single grain
and not give life.

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

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

4. My Father if it be your plan
This cup might pass me by
Yet let it happen as you will
If I must die.

5. For surely he has borne our tears,
Is wounded by our sin
And yet he opens not his mouth
that we might live.

6. My body now is torn with pain
My friends have left and gone
O Loving Father take my life
into Your hands