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The perfect Son of God
So pure and simple
In our midst He dwelt

He knows what it is to live
And knows our pain
Man of sorrows, a son who suffered

In blood and pain
He gave Himself
My God cried
My God bled

I will praise Him
For He reached me
Hallelujah to the son who suffered

Some may think
That He is distant
But with grace He descended here to save us

Gracious to the sinner
The downtrodden He embraced

And the proof are the marks on His hands
And the proof are the marks on His hands

His cross sets me free
His marks heal me
We praise Christ

Glories to God in the heavens

His blood saves me
His love touches me
We praise Christ

Glories to God in the heavens
Glories to God in the heavens
Glories to God in the heavens

Hallelujah to the son who suffered