You looked out from the cross
With love beyond compare
Upon the throngs of those
Whose sin had put You there
Manifest in flesh
The Word who bled and died
The thief comes to distress
But the Word still brings us life...
...and life in full
Perfect Beauty
Though not guilty, suffered for our sin
He was breathing faintly
But speaking plainly
That the thief, he shall not win
Since Jesus rose from the dead
And though You could've claimed
God's armies to relieve
Instead forgiveness reigned
For all those who believe...
...the empty grave
Perfect Beauty
Though not guilty, suffered for our sin
He was breathing faintly
But speaking plainly
That the thief, he shall not win
Since Jesus rose from the dead
Perfect Jesus
God who frees us, washed us pure from stained
You faced death so boldly
As we coldly
Watched Your body drain
Still, Jesus, You rose from the dead!
