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The lamb, for us He died.
The lamb, for us He cried.
The lamb, innocent and pure.

Gave up His life, so that we may endure.
The blood that was shed, on the day he bled.
He paid the price, that was for us instead.

Now here we have, a story so grand.
The story of us, in our Father's hands.
And the story of He, who rose again.

Now take this story, from now to end.
And remember to always, thank him again.

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