If love endured that ancient cross

How precious is my Saviour’s blood

The beauty of heaven wrapped in my shame

The image of love upon death’s frame

If having my heart was worth the pain

What joy could You see beyond the grave

If love found my soul worth dying for

How wonderful

How glorious

My Saviour’s scars

Victorious

My chains are gone

My debt is paid

From death to life

And grace to grace

If heaven now owns that vacant tomb

How great is the hope that lives in You

The passion that tore through hell like a rose

The promise that rolled back death and its stone

If freedom is worth the life You raised

Oh where is my sin where is my shame

If love paid it all to have my heart

When I see that cross I see freedom

When I see that grave I’ll see Jesus

And from death to life I will sing Your praise

In the wonder of Your grace

How my soul will sing Your praise

In the wonder of Your grace

How my soul will sing Your praise