Oh my wicked feet that run
From the presence of your Son
Like a dying, thirsty man
From a river spring

But love resounding in your voice
More powerful than choice
Breaks the will I have to hate you
Overpowers me, overpowers me

I have been pursued by the King that I betrayed
Not for wrath, but for mercy. Not for death, but for life
He has caught my heel in a trap set long ago
I am loved by my hunter, I am washed and made well

Oh the pardon of a man
With blood still on his hands
Not a merit to his name
Or worthy offering
And what a savior I require
But never would desire
Hallelujah for a grace that would not counsel me
I could not disagree

Hallelujah, grace has rescued me
And the death that held me now retreats
All the powers of darkness watch and groan
As my hunter brings me safely home