There is no sin that I have done that has such height and breadth
It can't be washed in Jesus' blood or covered by His death
There is no spot that still remains - no cause to hide my face
For He has stooped to wash me clean and cover me with grace.

There is no wrath that I will know - no wormwood and no gall
For though such wounds and grief I earned, my Savior bore them all
There is no work that I must add to stand before His throne
I only plead His life and death sufficient on their own.

There is no love that I desire but Jesus' warm embrace
While now I know His love by faith I long to see His face
There is no song that I will sing, no melody but this...
That my Beloved, He is mine for He has made me His.

By Eric Schumacher & David L. Ward
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