Oh, now my Son,
Here is a company of miserable souls.
Cold and undone.
Searing their conscience with hearts black as coals.
Here now they lie.
Objects of justice, deserving of wrath.
Speak your reply.
What shall be done for them? Draw out your path.

Father, I say, such is my love and my pity for all.
There is a way, for no condemnation on men to befall.

Whoa...
Whoa...
Whoa...
Whoa...

No man can pay;
Utterly broke and poor to settle their debt.
Though all′ve gone their way,
I'll yield a way for their sins to forget.
(Sins to forget)

Bring in all their sins.
Lay it all on Me.
Bring in all their sins.
Lay it all on Me.

Bring in all their sins.
Lay it all on Me.
Bring in all their sins.
Lay it all on Me.

O My son, you must understand that if I show mercy,
You must reckon to pay the last bit of My rage.

Let it be so, charge it on me.
For I can bear, the weight of sin so all would be free.

Bring in all their sins.
Lay it all on Me.
Bring in all their sins.
Lay it all on Me.

Let it be so, charge it on me.
For I can bear, the weight of sin so all would be free.

Writer(s): Ben Summers, Nick Detty, Steve Cobucci, Dylan Baxter<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com