Such LOVE

I died with Him, I'm raised with Him,
But for me no price of pain,
He gave it all, for all my sin,
And all for my own gain.

Praise my soul, my soul must praise
What else have I to do?
Please take my heart and voice to raise
make incense fit for YOU.

No physical pain did I endure
But surrender the all of me
That old wretch so sick and poor
Was put upon that tree.

Praise my soul, my soul must praise
You've lifted me up from earth
To look through the sin cursed haze
In Your LOVE I see my worth.