Though You Were Rich

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