His death will never be in vain.
A lowly man, a Nazarene
Wounded, He bled to death

Who can find another friend
Someone who would give his life for you
Lord we are here to learn your ways
To love you in word and truth
We cry desperately for help
Father we need you

You call the broken to peace
You call the weary to rest
You call the fallen home
And you a father to them all

What still are we to do today
There’s something we have not done
We have prayed and showed faith to move the mountains
But still we are yet to love
O’ precious God we want to love
And love so graciously and extravagantly
To love really, really love O’ God
Take us deeper still
I need to love