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