This holy night, as mourned by the angels

a crown of thorns was placed upon his head

He bore the cross alone in the desert

His head held high, never a tear shed

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He calls to me, though I cannot hear him

He reaches out and meets me where I am

Yahweh's son, our King and our Messiah

Yeshua, the Passover Lamb

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This holy night we gather together

to praise the name upon which we are saved

We eat the bread and drink the wine of Jesus

We lift him up in eternal praise

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And though I sin my Father's mercy frees me

He makes me clean like footprints in the sand

By His son, our King and our Messiah

Yeshua, the Passover Lamb