Verso 1

Behold the man
They mock as Christ
The crowds demand
That He must die
Pierced and wounded crucified
Behold the man
They mock as Christ
The wrath of God
Is on His head
Because the wage
Of sin is death
Perfect still
His blood is shed
The wrath of God
Is on His head

Verso 2

It should be me
Upon that cross
My flesh rebels
Against His law
Lost and ruined
By the fall
It should be me
Upon that cross
Inside a tomb
His body laid
My debt from sin
Is fully paid
I was guilty
He was slain
Inside a tomb
His body laid

Verso 3

The Prince of Darkness
Held the thought
That Jesus died
And hope was lost
But three days passed
And he was wrong
The veil was torn
And Christ was gone
The Savior lives
To set me free
From every sin
That tethers me
Death now forever
Lost its sting
The Savior lives
To set me free

Verso 4

A great rejoicing
Is to come
And on that Day
I'll see the Son
Father Spirit three in one
A great rejoicing is to come