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That cross did not write the end of the story
For when he said 'it is finished'
The temple veil tore, the earth then trembled
Rocks split, the sky darkened
It was when those who mocked him
Realized that death did not represent the end
And on the third day, when he rose
In his hands, victory brought for me
Adored king of kings
Your fame runs among the nations
At your name every land will bow
Jesus, Jesus the son of God!
Adored, king of kings
In the inspiration of your love
A generation of the passionate will worship you
Jesus, Jesus, the son of God
And on the third day, when he rose
In his hands, victory brought for me