| It was a cloudy day
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| The earth stood still
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| Man hung crying in the shadows
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| Of a hill called Calvary
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| An innocent man, belied and scorned
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| Had gladly borne the pain
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| And suffering for a world
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| That should have died there in His place
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| And as He did, He said
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| «Forgive them no matter what they’ve done
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| Forgive them and tell them they are loved
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| And give to them a chance to go on living
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| And give to them a life that they could
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| Never have before
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| Father, forgive them»
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| And to pay the price
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| He became the sacrifice
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| Surely, He carried all of my sorrows
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| And He bore my every grief
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| And did it willingly
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| He shed His blood for me
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| And through the tears, I still can see Him
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| Gaze with love upon the ones who cursed His name
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| He gave his all to say
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| We’re forgiven no matter what we’ve done
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| Forgiven and sheltered by His blood
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| And we’re given a chance to go on living
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| And we’re given a life that we could
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| Never have before
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| No matter what we’ve done
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| Forgiven and sheltered by His blood
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| And we’re given a chance to go on living |
| Forgiven no matter what we’ve done
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| Forgiven and sheltered by His blood
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| Forgiven |