I will sing of the Lamb
Of the price that was paid for me
Purchased by God
Giving all He could give
Here now I stand
In the garments of righteousness
Death has no hold
For in Jesus I live

I will sing of His blood
That flows for my wretchedness
Wounds that are bared
That I may be healed
Pow'r and compassion
The marks of His ministry
May they be mine
As I harvest His field

Once I was blind
Yet believed I saw ev'rything
Proud in my ways
Yet a fool in my part
Lost and alone
In the company of multitudes
Life in my body
Yet death in my heart

What shall I give to the Man
Who gave ev'rything
Humbling Himself
Before all He had made
Dare I with-hold my own life
From His sov'reignty
I shall give all
For the sake of His name