Breaking the coals makes the fire burn bright,
Doesn't seem right, doesn't seem right,
Ploughing the row make it outshine the field,
Doesn't seem real, doesn't seem real,
But of all the things that don't make sense to me, the is yet a greater mystery,
The river of peace that flowed on the wood,
The beautiful blood, the beautiful blood.

Meek is the lion, and brave is the lamb,
Don't understand, don't understand,
The death of the one to bring life to the rest,
Who could have guessed' Who could have guessed'
But everything's plain next to the mystery of almighty God nailed to a tree, to carry a debt that I never could,
The beautiful blood, the beautiful blood.

Ooh, yes, everything's clear next to the mystery of almighty God nailed to a tree,
Taking his place where I should have stood,
The beautiful blood, the beautiful blood,
The beautiful blood, the beautiful blood.

The beautiful blood.