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It was the world's great-est loss,
They tied and nailed to a cross.
The de-vil smiled, as it was done
Be-cause God cried for his son.
None of them felt an-y shame,
And he felt no dis-grace
As they stripped him,
and spit in his face.
They nev-er knew in the end,
That he'd paid for their sins.
Or that he was
The sav-ior of all men.
He died for the world
On a cross, on a hill.
And, it was for our sins
That he was killed.
They nev-er knew in the end
That he'd paid for their sins.
Or that he was
The sav-ior of all men.
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