All hope seemed gone, all hope - seemed gone!
All hope seemed turned to woe, for what could save my soul from what I had just done?
(No thing but the blood of this Holy Lamb, poured out from the wounds I am giving him).
"Rise," I demanded, as I lifted my arm to hit him.
"I will" he whispered, "three days hence, and all that was lost shall be renewed again."
And in that moment was revealed to me the depths of my crime, -- I am whipping the only Son of God.
(As blood flowed out from this Holy Lamb, out from the wounds I am giving him).
And so I pray "oh God forgive me, for I knew not what I was doing."
And that hope once lost, is at once restored.
Restored for me, and for all humanity...
All by the blood of this Holy Lamb, that flows from the wounds WE have given him!
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