O Love of God incarnate
Our flesh, our blood, our bone
Where sin has torn and marred us
You make our wounds your own
You take our guilt upon you
Our burdened spirits bear
In death you go before us
And you await us there

We meet you in our sorrows
We taste you in our tears
We know you in our suffering
We find you in our fears
You take the dregs we reach for
And drink our bitter cup
You die the death we've chosen
And from it raise us up

You rise, our wounds upon you
The nail prints clearly seen
Your ravaged side still open
But love has washed them clean
The power that conquers evil
In you now stands revealed
We touch you, unbelieving
And find that we are healed