There's a stream of precious mercy meant lost and desperate souls. Long I EM EM heard of its existence how it made the broken whole. Though my sins might be as scarlet they'd be white beneath the blood, and though I don't understand it. I sing hallelujah. Who am I that you would want me. That you'd come to bear my cross? Lord I EM EM tremble when I think of what I gained and what You lost. Who am I to come so boldly while you hold me with your love? Still don't understand it, I sing hallelujah. Chorus: