CJ Mahaney, The Cup of Christ

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  1. Was it the nails, O Saviour,
    That bound thee to the tree?
    Nay Twas thine everlasting love
    Thy love for me...for me.
    ....................................................
    Behold the man upon the cross
    My sin upon His shoulder
    Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
    Call out among the scoffers
    It was my sin that held Him there
    Until it was accomplished
    His dying breath has brought me life
    I know that it is finished

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