Betty S. Jordan - Harold Timmons
| (1) | I've known no greater hero, than He who gave His life, God's only begotten Son, oh what a sacrifice; Upon the cross of Calvry, for me He took the fall, Shed His blood for you and me, a hero for us all. |
| (2) | They mocked and spat upon Him, until His life was gone, Hanging on Calvarys tree, for no sin of His own; He cried out to His Father, "My God, my God," he called, He was left alone to die, laid down His life for all. |
| (Chorus) | He didn't look like a hero, with nails in His hands and
His feet, Not once did He complain, oh how He loved you and me; He could have beckoned angels, but He stayed and paid the cost. He didn't look like a hero, dying for the lost. |
| (Tag) | He could have beckoned angels, but He stayed and paid
the cost, He didnt look like a hero, dying for the lost. |
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