Hail to the Man who died for me.

Hail to the King, who made me see.

You carried my guilt, my shame, my fears.

You died to stop these endless tears,

Tears of sorrow, hurt, and pain,

And now you wash away every stain.

Those stains of impurity are now made pure.

Now I know that I can endure, Endure these trials and tribulations.

Now I know why you are Ruler of the nations.

Hail to this King who gave me life,

This King who takes away the strife.

Son of God, why did they not believe?

My Lord, my God, you could never deceive.

He knew all of their tricks and lies,

And is this really why he dies?

To catch a sinner before the depth of their fall.

Hail to the King, the King of all