Behold the pre­cious Lamb of God,
Who died up­on the tree,
That guil­ty sin­ners, such as I,
Might thro’ His grace be free.

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Thy bound­less love I’ll sing,
Thy grace so full and free,
’Tis un­der Thy pro­tect­ing wing,
My soul de­lights to be.

Behold the heal­ing streams of grace,
That from His side did flow;
I plunged be­neath the crim­son flood,
That wash­es white as snow.

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Behold the cross He bore for me,
Whereby He saved my soul;
His match­less grace shall be my theme,
While count­less ag­es roll.

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