The Lamb, pure and Holy, the only One found worthy

The cup would not be passed, no this cup would not be passed

The agony of the prayer, and the sorrow of His heart

To know the weight of sin that would soon rest only on Him

How bittersweet the tears of blood, how costly was that flow?

The sanguine stain upon His brow, how desperate was that plea?

The sting of betrayal in the kiss of a newly made stranger

The abandonment of a friend, for nothing more than greed

There was found no fault in Him, perfectly blameless yet

Given to death, not just for Barabbas, but for the whole of man

And it was my sin, that held Him to that cursed piece of a tree

Yet in His power he submitted, giving strength to those who whipped

Giving breath to those who mocked

"Eloi,Eloi! Lema sabachthani?" He was forsaken for the sake us us all

And in this forsaking, was found His victory

His final breath heard both in Heaven and in Hell

Against the gates of which He has prevailed

The veil was torn, the temple destroyed

And in the tomb rebuilt again

He holds the keys

The One found worthy

It is finished