Oliver Holden - Mysterious Grace - текст песни (слова)

5. Alas! I knew not what I did,
 But now my tears are vain;
 Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
 For I the Lord have slain.
 
 6. A second look He gave, which said,
 "I freely all forgive;
 This blood is for thy ransom paid,
 I die, that thou may live."
 
 7. Thus, while His death my sin displays,
 In all its blackest hue,
 (Such is the mystery of grace)
 It seals my pardon too.
 
 8.With pleasing grief and mournful joy, 
 My spirit now is filled; 
 That I should such a life destroy,
 Yet live by Him I killed.  
 Looking at the cross by John Newton