Oak Ridge Boys. He Did It All For Me. Zeneszám

Once a man whom we know as the Son of God
Hung upon a cruel tree
He suffered pain as no mortal man
He took my place, He did it all for me.

When I step just inside those gates - those gates
of pearl
And the master's face I see
I:ll gladly kneel at his nail-scarred feet
Oh praise the Lord, He did it all for me


He did it all for me
Each drop of blood was shed for even me
When the savior cried, bowed his head and died
Oh praise the Lord, He did all for me

Oh praise the Lord, He did it all for me.