the substitution story
someone told me an old, old story
about a cross upon a hill.
it left me crying, this tale of dying;
of precious blood that there did spill.
Forsaken Son, the Promised One;
hanging naked, lonely, dead.
He chose to go there, and our sins bear;
a God-man punished in our stead.
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