| There’s a line that is drawn through the ages
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| On line stands an old rugged cross
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| On that cross a battle is raging to gain a man’s soul or its loss
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| On one side marks the forces of evil
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| All the demons and all the devils of hell
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| On the other the angels of glory
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| And they meet on Golgotha’s hill
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| The earth shakes with the force of the conflict
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| And the sun refuses to shine
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| For there hangs God’s son in the balance
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| And then through the darkness he cries
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| It is finished, the battle is over
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| It is finished, there’ll be no more war
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| It is finished, the end of the conflict
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| It is finished and Jesus is Lord
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| Yet in my heart the battle was still raging
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| Not all prisoners of war had come home
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| These were battlefields of my own making
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| See, I didn’t know that the war had been won
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| But then I heard that the king of the ages had fought all the battles for me
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| And victory was mine for the claiming and now praise His name I am free
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| It is finished, the battle is over
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| It is finished, there’ll be no more war
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| It is finished, the end of the conflict
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| It is finished and Jesus is Lord
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| It is finished and Jesus is Lord
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| Jesus is Lord |