Behold The Wood

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

And when My hour of glory comes
As all was meant to be
You shall see Me lifted up upon a tree

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