Jesus lived and died for me,
Rose again to set me free,
Gave me all His righteousness,
Took my curse my soul to bless.
O how rich His matchless grace
Seen in bearing my disgrace!
How exalted is His love,
Pure as all His works above.
Mystery of mysteries
God a wretched sinner frees
To adopt him as a son –
What has God my Savior done!
I can never comprehend
All it took for God to send
His own Son to die for me,
But I know that I am free.
Christina Joy Hommes
