| If love endured that ancient cross
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| How precious is my Savior’s blood
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| The beauty of heaven wrapped in my shame
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| The image of love upon death’s frame
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| If having my heart was worth the pain
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| What joy could You see beyond the grave
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| If love found my soul worth dying for
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| How wonderful, how glorious
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| My Savior’s scars victorious
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| My chains are gone, my debt is paid
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| From death to life and grace to grace
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| If heaven now owns that vacant tomb
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| How great is the hope that lives in You
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| The passion that tore through hell like a rose
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| The promise that rolled back death and its stone
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| If freedom is worth the life You raised
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| Oh where is my sin, where is my shame?
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| If love paid it all to have my heart
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| How wonderful, how glorious
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| My Savior’s scars victorious
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| My chains are gone, my debt is paid
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| From death to life and grace to grace
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| When I see that cross, I see freedom
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| When I see that grave, I’ll see Jesus
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| And from death to life, I will sing Your praise
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| In the wonder of Your grace
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| When I see that cross, I see freedom
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| When I see that grave, I’ll see Jesus
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| And from death to life, I will sing Your praise
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| In the wonder of Your grace
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| How my soul will sing Your praise
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| In the wonder of Your grace
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| How my soul will sing Your praise
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| How wonderful, how glorious
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| My Savior’s scars victorious
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| My chains are gone, my debt is paid
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| From death to life and grace to grace |