Your grace is still a mystery – that you would save a wretch like me.
No love goes deeper, no song sounds sweeter.
And we confess our wandering eyes have turned to sin a thousand times.
But we sing together, "Your love tastes better".
Your death, our bread, and wine. Your word, our life divine.
So when you're not the center of our minds.
Take us back
We will cling to the cross this world calls rugged.
We will stare at the Name inscribed above it.
This is Christ, the King of the Jews.
He's the One who sinners call beloved.
Then we'll run to the tomb where sin was laid.
Where the stone on our heart was rolled away.
Oh, the blessed joy that meets us there.
When we see the Savior's face, once again we stand amazed.
When the world tempts us to fall and tells us you're not worth it all.
We might be shaken, but we're not forsaken.
And when the sorrows like billows roll and drown the music in our souls.
One hope relieves us: to see you Jesus.
Your hands that healed the blind; that placed the stars in line
Are reaching down to heal this heart of mine.
Your voice that calmed the sea.
That told the world to be.
Is whispering a peace inside of me...
It takes me back.
Amazing grace, you saved our wretched souls.
Upon these broken instruments, you wrote a song that won't grow old.
Amazing love, you set our hearts in tune.
And so we sing only for you.
We sing only for you.
Your blood has paid the debt.
Your life has conquered death.
So when we feel enslaved to our regret,
When the devil tempts us to forget,
Take us back.