Behold The Man - The Imperials, Jim Murray

Like a lamb to the slaughter

They led Him away

He was battered, bruised, and beaten

For the sheep who’d gone astray

He was a man of sorrows

Well acquainted with our grief

He had to die for our sin and unbelief

Through the scourging and the beatings

He never said a thing

With a crown of thorns and a purple robe

They mocked Him as a King

Though Pilate found no fault in Him

That He should have to die

The crowd cried out, «Away with Him!

He must be crucified!»

Behold the Man

Behold the Man

Though blameless He became

The perfect sacrificial lamb

Behold the Man

Behold the Man

Really look at Him

And then you’ll understand

So many hid their faces

They just could not see

How the Son of God could be

This broken man from Galilee

And still today so many

Haven’t opened up their eyes

For if they’d only look at Him

They’d know that He’s the Christ

Behold the Man

Behold the Man

Though blameless He became

The perfect sacrificial lamb

Behold the Man

Behold the Man

Really look at Him

And then you’ll understand

Behold the Man

Behold the Man

Really look at Him

Just look at Him

And then you’ll understand

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