Chorus
Behold, behold the wood of the cross
On which is hung our salvation
Come, let us adore
Verse 1
Unless a grain of wheat shall fall
Upon the ground and die
It shall remain but a single grain
And not give life
Chorus
Behold, behold the wood of the cross
On which is hung our salvation
Come, let us adore
Verse 2
And when my hour of glory comes
As all was meant to be
You will see me lifted up
Upon a tree
Chorus
Behold, behold the wood of the cross
On which is hung our salvation
Come, let us adore
Written By: Dan Schutte
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