Dm C A Dm
Behold, behold the wood of the cross.
Gm C Dm
On which is hung our salvation.
C A Dm
O come let us adore.
I
Dm C
Unless a grain of wheat shall fall,
Dm C
Upon the ground and die,
Dm C Bb
It shall remain but a single grain,
Asus A
And not give life.
II
Dm C
And when my hour of glory come,
Dm C
As all was meant to be
Dm C Bb
You shall see me lifted up
Asus A
Upon a tree.
III
Dm C
For there can be no greater love,
Dm C
Shown upon this land,
Dm C Bb
Than in the one who came to die
Asus A
That we might live.