What a strange beauty lies before my eyes now
A Savior, broken, bleeding, crying out
I stand watching, in awe, the crimson flow
As the soldiers and crowd yell, scream and shout
What a strange beauty lies before my eyes now
A mother, a disciple, remember
As the images rise and His words grow
His sacrifice now makes all Hell tremble
What a strange beauty lies before my eyes now
This God, this man, prayse for those who hate Him
This God, this man, even now He bestows
His blessings to a thief, full of his sin
What a strange beauty lies before my eyes now
What a perfect sacrifice for mankind
He stretches out HIs arms, to us to show
The weak His strength and His sight to the blind
What a strange beauty lies before my eyes now
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