Thank You, Jesus, for dying for me.
Without Your sweet mercy, where would I be?
I'd be dead in my sins, still paying the cost,
There would be no crown, if there were no cross.
So I thank You, Jesus, for setting me free.
Your praise is my song, and always shall be.
I give You my future, having counted the cost,
And lay down my past at the foot of the cross.
©1996 J M McIntosh
I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer
I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which
I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God,
Who loved me and gave Himself for me.