Though You Were Rich - Matt Gilman

Born a babe a virgin birth

My God the high and lofty One You came to earth

To be a slave servant of all

You washed my feet You took my fall

Though You were rich, you became poor

That You would die, that I might live

You poured out Your soul even to death

Taking my sin just to forgive me

Then they led you down the road

To a hill called Calvary

You took the nails in Your hands and feet

You drank the cup of wrath that was reserved for me

Laid in the ground a stone cold tomb

The wrath of God resting on You

You knew no sin yes sin became

From the foundation You are the Lamb who was slain

Up from the grave You rose again

You hold the keys of death and hell You conquered sin

You paid my debt a costly price

I know that I will be with you in paradise