Wolves At the Gate - Man of sorrows

^CmBlistered feet, blood^Ebied alone, ^Bbwalked the streets a m^Fman unknown ^CmBattered face as He^Eb adorns, a ^Bbmocker's robe, a cr^Fmown of thorns A ^Cmtree designed for H^Ebis demise, ^Bbcursed, maligned by g^Fmuilty cries The ^Cmnails and hammer th^Ebey did meet, two ^Bbin the hands, one i^Fmn the feet ^CmRisen up, put o^Ebn display, for a ^Bbguilty mob to scr^Fmeam and say

&^Cmquot;Cruc^Ebify! Crucify!" The ^Bbpeople yelled to cr^Fmucify &^Cmquot;He must ^Ebdie! He must die!" Bb Fm (Cm) Without a fight He did comply

^EbDown before such lowly men You se^Bbrved (and washed their feet) Cm Cm/Eb Ab Who is this man they sent to die? Many still could not reply Be^Ebtrayed and sold by His very o^Bbwn (with a kiss) He ^Cmmet the needs of th^Ebousands fed, ^Abhealed the sick and r^Fmaised the dead &^Cmquot;My God! My God!&q^Ebuot; The man did s^Bbay, "Have^Fm you forsaken me this day?" ^CmBleeding, dying; w^Ebords were few, &quo^Bbt;Forgive them Lord ^Fmfor what they do" Cm Eb Bb Fm (Cm, Bb) Gasping breath they heard Him say, "It is finished!"

^CmLaid below the ground You knew it couldn't h^Bbold You They ^Cmthought that You were bound by nature's l^Bbaws

^Fm For the veil that was torn in tw^Abo and the darkness that would ens^Ebue A symbol alas that the ^Bbdebt was finally ^Fmpaid When the stone it was rolled aw^Abay, He was no longer where He l^Ebay Surely our King had ^Bbrisen from the ^Abdead

^AbOn and on and on we're singing,^Cm singing out for ^Bball to hear us Verse 3 ^AbThis is not a simple story;^Cm our lives are ^Bbfor Your glory Be^Abyond my words and written pages,^Cm Your song a^Bbcross the ages