Wauchula is a city located in Hardee County, Florida, United States, and had a population of 4,368 at the 2000 census. According to the U.S. Census Bureau's 2004 estimates, the city had a population of 4,441.
It is the county seat of Hardee County. Wauchula has been called the "Cucumber Capital of the World", although citrus has become a more important agricultural crop over the past few decades.
Wauchula is located at 27°32′46″N 81°48′52″W / 27.54611°N 81.81444°W / 27.54611; -81.81444 (27.546091, -81.814564).
According to the United States Census Bureau, the city has a total area of 2.6 square miles (6.7 km2).
As of the census of 2000, there were 4,368 people, 1,431 households, and 985 families residing in the city. The population density was 1,669.6 people per square mile (643.7/km²). There were 1,562 housing units at an average density of 597.0 per square mile (230.2/km²). The racial makeup of the city was 73.44% White, 4.17% African American, 0.57% Native American, 0.30% Asian, 18.84% from other races, and 2.68% from two or more races. Hispanic or Latino of any race were 39.42% of the population.
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Sovereign are you, Lord, you who sit upon the throne,
Father, Son and Spirit, perfect trinity you are.
Through your word you’ve created the heavens and the Earth,
You command what you will, and you grant what you command.
Total dominion,
Above you no one dwells,
Master majestic,
You conquered death and Hell.
Incarnate Word, born into the world that you created,
Son of God most high came to Earth and became low,
A mother made by her own child,
We marvel at your awesome plan.
Then became… (then became)
Rejected by the builders then became He the cornerstone,
Beautiful saviour, the grave couldn’t hold you down.
Torn now is the veil,
And now you call to me, to come to you,
Your body torn for me,
Your blood was shed for me, and now I know the way is through the veil.
The debt of the sinner can only be paid with blood,
Holy wrath and anger; forgiven through Christ alone.
Torn now is the veil,
And now you call to me, to come to you,
Your body torn for me,
Your blood was shed for me, and now the only way is through…
Torn now is the veil,
Glory to glory, he’s transforming me,
All honour and all praise unto the holy one,