How great the love by which I come,
my head bowed down, before the Son.
Let everything be thrust aside,
for this I know: my Savior died.
How great the love that pardoned me,
my ransom sure, my Savior He,
who died upon that man-made tree,
when all my sins, He bore for me.
How great the love of sacrifice
that frees my soul and justifies.
My everything to Him I give,
for this I know: my Savior lives.
I will sing of the mercies of the Lord forever.
I will sing of the mercies of the Lord.