Jesus Messiah,
the Rose of Calvary Trampled beauty, Your blood poured out for me
With a sound, grace echoed through the skies
It is finished, the cry of love divine
Oh, what measure of love could cleanse this broken heart of mine?
Oh, what bountiful grace would come that death be satisfied?
I am clean, I am clean
White as the snowfall, my scarlet stains erased
Undeserving, but laden with Your grace
Now I live, eyes opened to the Son
No more running, I'm home in perfect love
Oh, what measure of love could cleanse this broken heart of mine?
Oh, what bountiful grace would come that death be satisfied?
I am clean, I am clean, oh-oh-ooh
I am clean, I am clean
I see the cross and empty grave
I hear the chains unraveling
The power of perfect love
My Savior and all He's done
And with a shout of victory
There is nothing holding me
This is my freedom song
My Savior and all He's done
I am clean, I am clean, oh-ooh
I am clean, I am clean, oh-oh-ooh