| In the solitary moment of His birth |
| On this barren dusty land |
| All of heaven kissed the face of the earth |
| With a miracle of love |
| God became a man |
| But He was sent away to draw his final breath |
| When he was only thirty-three |
| And in the shame of dying a criminal’s death |
| He cleansed an angry world |
| And in His suffering I see |
| The glory of the blood |
| The beauty of the body |
| That was broken for our forgiveness |
| The glory of His perfect love |
| Is the heart of the story |
| The glory of the blood |
| I have tried to find salvation on my own |
| In a search for something real |
| (Search for something real) |
| There’s a guilty heart inside this flesh and bone |
| I fall upon His grace |
| And I begin to feel |
| The glory of the blood |
| The beauty of the body |
| That was broken for our forgiveness |
| The glory of His perfect love |
| Is the heart of the story |
| The glory of the blood |
| And when I close my eyes I can see Him |
| Hanging there |
| Oh the precious wounded Lamb of God |
| And all the majesty in this world cannot compare |
| To the glory |
| The beauty of the body |
| That was broken for our forgiveness |
| The glory of the blood |
| The beauty of the body |
| That was broken for our forgiveness |
| The glory of His perfect love |
| Is the heart of the story |
| The glory of the blood |
| He was sent away to draw His final breath |
| When He was only thirty-three |