O soul, behold the sacred light— The strength that breaks your darkest night, The cost of love, the gift so free, Your ransom won on Calvary. You were in chains—He loosed your ties, A slave—He heard your silent cries. You wandered far—He called you home, Were lost—He would not let you roam. You tasted death—He gave you breath, And raised you up from out of death. Let this great love your spirit feed, The grace you find in every need. When at the altar you draw near, And Christ in bread and wine appears, Feast on this truth with heart and soul, This is your life, your hope, your goal. Let this be bread to guide your way, And light to keep you day by day. But O, my Lord, who died for me, How can I sing of being free, When nails and thorns bought my release— Your wounds the price of all my peace? Shall I rejoice while You were torn, My joy born from a crown of scorn? Shall I take light in life I hold, That only came through suff'rings bold? Yet not by force was this endured, But by ...
