It's bloody and brutal, this Gospel's death of Christ
But the truth is no one's healed apart from His stripes
And I am not compelled to make it pleasing to the eye
Because the value of the purchase is measured in the price
It is finished it is final, His work upon the cross
One perfect act of mercy saves the dying and the lost
Yet daily still we labor to add and take away
Not trusting in the riches and the power of His grace
Oh, it's not just my sin that keeps me from walking the straight and the narrow
Oh, it's not just my sin but my goodness that keeps me from Him
It's my goodness that keeps me from Him
It's hallowed and heroic, our rescue from the fire
And scarcely can we fathom the ransome we required
To learn its offered freely makes it hard to reconcile
Because the value of the purchase is measured in the price
