Behold The Wood

By:  Dan Schute, S.J.
Arr. by:  Ron Michael Alquisada

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.

And when my hour of glory come,
As all was meant to be
You shall see me lifted up
Upon a tree.

For there can be no greater love,
Shown upon this land,
Than in the one who came to die
That we might live.

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