If love endured that ancient cross How precious is my Savior’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 Savior’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
How wonderful, how glorious My Savior’s scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace
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
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
How wonderful, how glorious My Savior’s scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace
