How great are the mysteries of His grace
How wondrous His Slain.
The church beholds His glorious face
And the world where he had lain.

See the power of an empty tomb
Where a man had lad before.
Slain by a world with a wooden cross
So people could love Him more.

What is this grace that I did not know
Before God would reveal
That made friend of a foe
And with His blood did seal

This unknown love brings me to tears
As I cannot fathom my Lord
The gracious King has calmed my fears
And righteousness he restored!