When I remember what You've done
When I remember the shedding of Your blood
I can't help but worship You
I can't help but worship You
I can't help but worship You
For all You've done
Do you feel the crown of thorns, the garment that was torn
To grasp the angry soldier's spear that made the blood and water part
To touch the wood one time, pick up the faithful spike
We can't hold these pieces in our hands
We can hold them in our hearts
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And I will bless Your name, I will give You all my praise
For the finest hour of history, it will always be the cross
You know the finest hour of my history
It will always be the cross
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You are holy, You are worthy
You are holy, I will bless Your name forever