| Though all of us have gone our own way.
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| Though all of us have left and gone astray.
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| Left and gone astray.
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| The Savior restrained.
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| The King He was chained.
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| For a people of unclean lips
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| With our hands blood stained.
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| For the sake of His glory and love His power abstained
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| No rebellious cries with only love in His eyes.
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| He knew our sin meant His demise.
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| And as he walked in such grace,
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| In grief He fell on His face.
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| In light of all that He would embrace.
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| Distressed.
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| Until it was complete.
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| Distressed.
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| Till death had met defeat.
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| While never calling retreat
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| Or even signaled defeat
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| This work was not yet complete.
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| Despite the pain that’d ensue,
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| And of the torment He knew.
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| His face was set to see it through.
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| (Set to see it through)
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| The Savior restrained.
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| The King He was chained.
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| For a people of unclean lips
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| With our hands blood stained.
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| The Savior restrained.
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| The King He was chained.
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| For the sake of His glory and love.
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| Though all of us have gone our own way.
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| Though all of us have left and gone astray.
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| Cast down by wicked plans.
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| Tortured by our own hands.
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| Despised, deformed, disgraced.
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| Forgiving all He faced.
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| He was distressed until it finished.
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| The pain endured was not diminished.
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| Until the vict’ry’s sound and was won.
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| «Not My will but Yours be done.»
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| He drank it all, the cup of God’s wrath.
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| He drank it down to the end.
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| He drank it all, the cup of God’s wrath.
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| He drank it down to the bitter end.
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| You laid our wickedness on His head.
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| For all we’ve done and all that we’ve said.
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| He was crushed for our transgressions.
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| He was pierced for all our sins.
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| How could Your death mean that I live?
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| When it’s my life that brought You death?
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| Oh God I truly give
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| My beating heart and living breath. |