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
