I was blind, but You caused me too see
Bound in my sin, a slave but You set me free,
For it was not the nails but Your love for me
That held You there at Calvary
My debt You paid, there on the tree
By Your precious blood, Your grace it flows to me
And oh Your love, to spare not Your son,
Broken for me, the undeserving one
And oh, such love, how can it be
That You should die for Your enemy