Thy Mark On Me
August 16, 2017
In spirit poor I came to Christ,
I claimed His cross as mine;
now my death I gladly owned,
as I bask in love so divine.
My sin His blood did wash away,
clean now am I forever more;
behind Him He did throw my sin,
a crown of shame for me He bore.
Pierced His hands did the nails,
fastening Him to Calvary's tree;
spikes thrust deep into the wood,
held Him in place, died He for me.
My guilt, my shame, my penalty,
laid full on Him, for in my stead;
satisfied the Father's abundant wrath,
took He my place among the dead.
No price did you deign demand,
but abounding grace given free;
you took me for your very own
and have placed Thy mark on me.