His Life for Mine

His heart was broken, mine was mended
He became sin, now I am clean. The cross he carried bore my burden.
The nails that held him set me free.

His life for mine,
his life for mine How could it ever be?
That he would die, God’s son would die
To save a wretch like me What love divine, he gave his life for mine.

His scars of suffering brought me healing
He spilled his blood to fill my soul.
His crown of thorns made me royalty
His sorrow gave me joy untold


Bridge: He was despised and rejected, stripped of his garments and oppressed I am loved and accepted and I wear a robe of righteousness




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