Capo 3
[Em]Lift your eyes [C]up to [Em]heaven
[Am]See the King [B7]on His throne with the thorns on His [Em]brow
[Em]Thine be the [F#m7b5]glo[B7]ry [Em]Thine be the [F#m7b5]glo[B7]ry
[Em]The Alpha [Am]and Omega [D]the Beginning and the [G]End
[C]The coming [Am]Prince of Peace the King [G]of Glory, King of [C]kings [Em]
His bloodstained hair is hanging [E7]down His lips are [Am]parched
He gasps for [G]air His hands and [Cm]feet Are [G]nailed [B7]to His [Em]throne
[D]His mocking [C]subjects Crowd [B7]around Him
Hailing [Am]Him with jeering s[B7]neers As He cries, “[Em]Father, forgive them!”
[Em]Thine be the [F#m7b5]glo[B7]ry [Em]Thine be the [F#m7b5]glo[B7]ry
[Em]The Alpha [Am]and Omega [D]the Beginning and the [G]End
[C]The coming [Am]Prince of Peace the King [G]of Glory, King of [C]kings [Em]
The lightning [G]flashes Around His [C]throne The thunder [G]crashes
A cry that [C]tears the earth and [G]sky
“My [Em]God, why hast [D]thou forsaken [C]Me?”
“My [D]God, where are [Bm]You? I’m searching for [C]You.”
The trembling [B7]lips now pale and [C]silent
The matted [Dm7]hair, the blood washed [C]face
The pulseless [Dm7]breast, the lifeless [C]hands
[E7]Behold the [Am]King on His [E7]throne
[Am]Do you love Him who buys your [Cm]soul
At the [Dm7]price of His own? The King of [C]kings, the Lord of [E7]lords
Who [Am]died to [E7]set you [Am]free King of [B7]kings and Lord of [Em]lords!
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