Where would I be without,
Your precious blood pouring out,
You took my place upon the tree,
With every nail you thought of me
So I don't have to try anymore,
To earn what you gave your life for,
Find rest oh my soul,
Find rest in Christ alone,
By His cross we've overcome,
The work is done,
Find rest my soul
What have I but your grace,
Paid my debt, took my place,
Now I will live forevermore,
‘Cause the cross my Savior bore,
I could run ten thousand miles,
And hide in the darkest place,
Still your love keeps on chasing me,
Back to your arms of grace

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