The story that never gets old
Can never be too many times told
The LORD of all came (down to earth)
Was crucified died without a crime
He hung on that cross of shame
He did not deny or ease the pain
Emptied Himself all all the blood
which was the flood to wash us clean
Oh the Whip, the Cross, the Grave
The path our Lord God took to save
Swapped our place in death and pain
So we can rise with Him again
The story that never gets old
It is new and fresh, must be retold
The blood that gushed out from His side that day
Still washes clean today
The power released never wanes
His lashes still heals all pains
My God emptied Himself of all
To save us from eternal fall
Oh the Whip, the Cross, the Grave
The path our Lord God took to save
Swapped our place in death and pain
So we can rise with Him again
The story that must be told
On the rooftops and below
That this saviour LORD, our God
Rose again is victory
Our sin and pain and hurt
He left them in the grave
We now stand with Him in victory
We must be bold and tell this story
Oh the Whip, the Cross, the Grave
The path our Lord God took to save
Swapped our place in death and pain
So we can rise with Him again