Behold, behold, the wood of the cross,1. Unless a grain of wheat shall fall
On which is hung our salvation.
O come, let us adore.
upon the ground and die
It shall remain but a single grain,
and not give life
2. And when my hour of glory comes
as all was meant to be
You shall see me lifted up upon a tree.
Composer: Dan Schutte
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