| Like a lamb to the slaughter
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| They led Him away
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| He was battered, bruised, and beaten
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| For the sheep who’d gone astray
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| He was a man of sorrows
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| Well acquainted with our grief
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| He had to die for our sin and unbelief
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| Through the scourging and the beatings
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| He never said a thing
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| With a crown of thorns and a purple robe
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| They mocked Him as a King
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| Though Pilate found no fault in Him
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| That He should have to die
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| The crowd cried out, «Away with Him!
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| He must be crucified!»
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| Behold the Man
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| Behold the Man
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| Though blameless He became
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| The perfect sacrificial lamb
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| Behold the Man
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| Behold the Man
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| Really look at Him
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| And then you’ll understand
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| So many hid their faces
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| They just could not see
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| How the Son of God could be
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| This broken man from Galilee
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| And still today so many
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| Haven’t opened up their eyes
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| For if they’d only look at Him
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| They’d know that He’s the Christ
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| Behold the Man
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| Behold the Man
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| Though blameless He became
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| The perfect sacrificial lamb
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| Behold the Man
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| Behold the Man
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| Really look at Him
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| And then you’ll understand |
| Behold the Man
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| Behold the Man
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| Really look at Him
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| Just look at Him
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| And then you’ll understand
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| Ooh-ooh… |