Saved by grace,
oh what Love is Thee.
My King who hung on a tree for all to see.
He was beaten and bruised,
Oh, how real the Love to lay down one’s life is quite indescribable.
I wonder about the excitement in the air
when His friends went to the tomb and discovered He wasn’t there.
And this King who poured His sacred blood out for me
revealed His heart and His face so that I could see.
Love so deep, so wide, so high
You sing to my soul a soothing heavenly lullaby.
I was wrapped in darkness and headed to the grave,
and here you came and called me by my name.