Born under slavery's yoke and far too late had we learned
Death is the wages of sin, and those wages we've earned
No weight of silver or gold ever could ransom our souls
So we look to the hill from whence our help shall come
All of our guilt, washed in the blood of the Lamb
All of our debt, paid with the price of the Son of Man
All of our sins, nailed to the cross
Now we are free
God justifies; who will condemn?
We've died with Christ, now we live in him
Not life, nor death, nor powers above
Can separate us from his steadfast love
No angel in heav'n, no demon in hell
No height, nor depth, nor anything else
What can we give to fulfill all of the laws just demands?
All that we offer, we offer with unholy hands
Nothing we give can atone for all the wrong we have done
So we look to the hill from whence our help shall come
All of our guilt, washed in the blood of the Lamb
All of our debt, paid with the price of the Son of Man
All of our sins, nailed to the cross
Now we are free
God justifies; who will condemn?
We've died with Christ, now we live in him
Not life, nor death, nor powers above
Can separate us from his steadfast love
No angel in heav'n, no demon in hell
No height, nor depth, nor anything else
All of our guilt, washed in the blood of the Lamb
All of our debt, paid with the price of the Son of Man
All of our sins, nailed to the cross
Now we live in him
Now we live in him
Copyright © 2019 The Servants of the Word (BMI) . All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured. Used By Permission.
Did you find a typo in the lyrics of this song? Let us know.