Behold the Lamb of God
Behold the Lamb of God: Him hanging on the tree.
Behold His blood-drops on the ground.
Behold the Lamb of God; He died to set me free,
For I was lost and now am found.
Behold the lamb of God; He's hidden in a grave.
Behold the women weeping sore.
Behold the Lamb of God; He died for me to save.
Hark! He's alive forevermore!
Behold the Lamb of God! He's sitting on His throne.
And all the angels crowd around.
"Oh, worthy is the Lamb!" say they in Heav'nly tone.
All Christians will soon hear this sound
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