| Upon the rugged cross of Calvary
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| Was there my blessed Savior cried
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| Forgive them for they know not what they do
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| Oh, sinner friend, for thee he died
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| His hands are gently knocking on your door
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| Outside he’s pleading to come in
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| His heart is breaking as he waits for you
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| To wash you free from every sin
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| Someday he’s coming back to claim his own
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| We’ll fly to Heaven’s golden shore
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| A crown of life he gives on that glad day
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| With him we’ll live forever more
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| Those cruel thorns they pierced my Savior’s head
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| The blood was flowing down his face
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| In shame, forsaken there he hung and died
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| Oh, sinner friend, he took you place |