O wounded King so fiercely stained
So full of love so filled with pain
Once crucified my soul to save
Against the sky Your hands once made
You died a man still You were God
Heaven’s spotless lamb shedding human blood
Such love and mercy unrestrained
I could not ask for such a thing
Oh perfect plan
Oh love divine
When Your deep wounds reached into mine
Oh sinless friend of sinners poor
I thank You for the cross You bore
This scene of pain
The wail of tears
Seems too severe for fragile ears
Still I choose not to turn away
Lest I forget the price You paid
I thank You for the cross
I thank You for the cross
I thank You for the cross You bore