| Lord Jesus, I just want to praise you for your love
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| And the way that you displayed your love
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| And that you died for us while we were yet sinners
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| I’m amazed
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| Lord, I’m so amazed at the way you show your love to us
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| That you ain’t stop us in that you would come to us
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| We sin so much, that feeling 'came numb to us
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| Our hearts lied to us, Lord
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| Please come school us
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| While we pursued fake treasure like a dumb jeweler
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| You planned to redeem man
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| You would come scoop us
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| Who is man that you would notice us?
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| God, mold us
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| It’s pure grace that you would even rest your eyes on us
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| Much less leave the heavens, come and die for us
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| Humbled to the point of death
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| You would cry for us
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| Bloody sweat
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| No rest, you would for us
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| Took blows, you gave flesh
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| You were my donor
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| Eternally merciful, never bi-polar
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| You pitied me
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| Took the weight right off of my shoulders
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| Stood in my place
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| Erased the death in us
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| You showed your love and died while we were yet sinners
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| Nothing in my hands I bring
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| Simply to the cross I cling
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| And ever since the nails went bang!
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| All you people respond and sing hallelujah
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| You put your love on it
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| You put your love on display
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| There was nothin' 'bout me that moved you to love
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| I was born unclean in a pool of blood
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| Then you said, «Live»
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| You really proved your love
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| Christ took my death
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| My noose has loosened up
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| You saw me full of sin and full of lust, rage
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| You hated my sin because of all your just ways
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| But you pitied me
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| Showered me with much grace
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| I read the good news printed on the front page
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| The headline read «Christ for my lust paid, for my sin died, now He was just
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| raised»
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| And the way I knew the grace from you was real sweet
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| Is that you came and died while I was still weak
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| What compassion you showed
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| Displayed your great love with actions
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| Yeah, the facts in the scroll
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| Now I’m like a dirty burlap sack full of gold
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| You put treasure in the clay pot
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| I’m amped to behold
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| Nothing in my hands I bring
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| Simply to the cross I cling
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| And ever since the nails went bang
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| All you people respond and sing hallelujah
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| You put your love
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| You put it
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| You put your love on display
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| You put your love on display ever since the day you came
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| Now the only thing to say is hallelujah |