Be^Dmhold, ^Cbehold ^Athe wood o^Dmf the cross. ^GmOn which i^Cs hung our^Dm salvation. O ^Ccome le^At us ado^Dmre.

Un^Dmless a grai^Cn of wheat shall fall, Up^Dmon the ground a^Cnd die, It^Dm shall remain^C but a sin^Bbgle grain, And not giv^Asuse life. ^A

And^Dm when my hour ^Cof glory come, A^Dms all was mea^Cnt to be ^DmYou shall see^C me lifte^Bbd up Upon ^Asusa tree. ^A

Fo^Dmr there can b^Ce no greater love, ^DmShown upon thi^Cs land, Than^Dm in the one ^Cwho came t^Bbo die That we mig^Asusht live.^A