Behold, Behold the wood of the cross, On which on hung our salvation. O come, let us adore. Unless A grain of wheat shall fall upon the ground and die, It shall remain but a single grain and not give life. Behold, Behold the wood of the cross, On which on hung our salvation. O come, let us adore. And when my hour of glory comes As all was meant to be, You shall see me lifted up upon a tree. Behold, Behold the wood of the cross, On which on hung our salvation. O come, let us adore.