You say you'll fall apart You say you'll break my heart, but You can't take these scars from me For I am truly yours The thief, the nails, the thorns Again you will be born, believe All hail the king of jews Spit, mocked, beaten, bruised Surely he hath borne our griefs One had the power of hell But lost grip when son to dwell Some came and some held their beliefs You say you'll fall apart You say you'll break my heart, but You can't take these scars from me For I am truly yours The thief, the nails, the thorns Again you will be born, believe O death where is thy sting? O grave where is thy victory? Thanks be to Jesus Christ the lord! I press on toward the mark There's light within the dark He bought what I could not afford You say you'll fall apart You say you'll break my heart, but You can't take these scars from me For I am truly yours The thief, the nails, the thorns Again you will be born, believe