On the cross, the battle done, the victory seemed so dim,
Yet even in death's quiet claim, life stirred within Him.
From His side, the spear did pierce, a stream of crimson flowed,
In that sacred, solemn moment, love's true depth was showed.
Covenant of crimson, from His side it came,
In the blood and water, we find a new name.
A promise written in red, a testament so divine,
In the piercing of His side, we're forever His and He is mine.
As the soldier's spear withdrew, prophecy was fulfilled,
"Not one of His bones will be broken," and by His stripes, we're healed.
From His side, a river of life, for every soul to claim,
In His final wound, we find our new beginning, not our end.
Covenant of crimson, from His side it came,
In the blood and water, we find a new name.
A promise written in red, a testament so divine,
In the piercing of His side, we're forever His and He is mine.
Behold the Lamb, the sacrifice, who bore the sin of all,
In His death, our life was bought, in His call, we find our all.
From His side, the church was born, in His blood, our sins are torn,
In His piercing, find the morn, of a world reborn.
Covenant of crimson, from His side it came,
In the blood and water, we find a new name.
A promise written in red, a testament so divine,
In the piercing of His side, we're forever His and He is mine.
So, let us come and drink this day, from the well that never fades,
In the wound of Christ, we find our way, by His sacrifice, our debts are paid.
In the covenant of crimson, we stand, with hearts washed clean and grand,
For in His side, He carved our land, in the palm of His sacred hand.
He is mine. He is mine. He is mine.
Behold the Lamb, the sacrifice