Lyrics

He went to trial on the day that I was pardoned
They mocked Him, plucked His beard, and slapped His face
But He went quiet as a lamb led to the slaughter
To a cross on which He died to take my place

What kind of King would leave His throne to save the wretched
To satisfy His wrath for my rebellious sin
What kind of King would pay the cost of my redemption
And buy my life so that I could live again

He bowed His head and cried out it is finished
They sealed the tomb in which His body lay
But death itself was powerless to hold Him
For He would take His life back up on that 3rd day

What kind of King would leave His throne to save the wretched
To satisfy His wrath for my rebellious sin
What kind of King would pay the cost of my redemption
And buy my life so that I could live again
He bought my life so that I could live again