By George Thurlow
It was my sin that put You there;
I sent You to the Cross.
I was the guilty one;
But it was You who suffered loss.
It was I who was sinful,
And You the innocent Lamb.
I deserved the punishment,
But it was Your Blood that ran.
I was the one who owed the debt,
But it was You who paid the price.
I obtained a pardon;
You willingly gave Your life.
I was vile and unworthy,
And You the perfect One.
I became a child of God
Because of what you've done.