Behold The Wood

Behold, behold the wood of the cross
On which is hung our salvation
Come, let us adore

Unless a grain of wheat shall fall
Upon the ground and die
It shall remain but a single grain
And not give life

Behold, behold the wood of the cross
On which is hung our salvation
Come, let us adore

And when my hour of glory comes
As all was meant to be
You will see me lifted up
Upon a tree

Behold, behold the wood of the cross
On which is hung our salvation
Come, let us adore