What Thy Wounds Mean to Me

Oh my saviour, unto thee

I sing sweet songs of victory,

through thy wounds I come to see,

all your love means to me.


You hung alone on Calvary's Cross,

to wipe away the loss,

How little did the world know then, just as now,

what forgiveness cost.


O' Soveriegn Lord, High and Lifted up,

far above all sin and care,

How much your love did condescend,

to lift us to thy Holy chair.


You cast away our wretchedness,

our sin, you put away.

Your judgment of our ways was guilty,

Your death spelled "Paid in Full".


Oh my saviour, unto thee

I sing sweet songs of victory.

Through thy wounds I come to see,

all your love means to me.


- T.P. McAtamney

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