At the cross, I was bought and sold,
And there my redemption paid.
The currency was blood
the debt was sin
a debt I couldn’t pay.
He gave His body, lifted up
His blood the altar soaked
He’s the lamb t’was slain
is being slain today
and “Why,” you ask, “Would God
who made the universe agree
to shed one drop of royal blood
to save a lost child like me?
He saw not what I was
awash in sin and death
the mud caked in my coat
the tench of death, my breath
No, my Savior came
God’s plan to file
He saw me as I’d be
once justified
and sanctified
without blame before my King
The gifts He give, both great and small
the blood is still the best
for my Savior’s blood my soul redeemed
from Satan’s bony grasp
You may wonder why choose me
the beauty of God’s plan
is not just this lost sheep t’was saved
but all that come–each man
The door’s wide open, my sweet friend
eternity to gain
He’s the One who bears the marks
He’s the lamb t’was slain
