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How can you refuse Him now, how can you refuse Him now, |
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How can you turn away from His side, |
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With tears in His eyes, on the cross there He died, |
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How can you refuse Jesus now. |
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There's a story old, that has often been told, |
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Of how our Savior died, as they nailed His hands, |
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He cried they don't understand, |
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As the blood flowed from His side. |
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How can you refuse Him now, how can you refuse Him now, |
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How can you turn away from His side, |
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With tears in His eyes, on the cross there He died, |
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How can you refuse Jesus now. |
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As He hung there on the tree, He prayed for you and me, |
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There was no one His pain to ease, |
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Before He died, he faintly cried, |
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Father forgive them please. |
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How can you refuse Him now, how can you refuse Him now, |
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How can you turn away from His side, |
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With tears in His eyes, on the cross there He died, |
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How can you refuse Jesus now. |
