The Body that was Broke for Me

The body that was broke for me
by nails which pierced thrice,
the blood which there did cover me
both bear the name of Christ.

The death that was all mine to bear,
the weight of my sin's price,
the life which I did not deserve
are paid in full by Christ.

What voice I have is e'er too small
to sing my heart's relief;
what mortal words to speak my joy
could e'er reward my King?

Yet I have read in Scripture true
the answer to my strife:
I realize now all I can do
is lay me down to Christ.