The sin that was mine was laid on Him,
and my Saviour's blood washed me white as snow.
Such love is this that He came to die for me.
Such love, what more could I need?
This is love; the Divine dying in my place.
This is love; the Son of God dying for me sins.
How could I hope to understand such amazing grace?
Such unfailing love.
How could I hope to comprehend such sacrifice?
Such total rescue.
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