When I was brought to judgment 'Twas nothing I could say And guilty was the verdict Still I am walking free today And I am the chief of sinners Should have been left for dead My penalty, death on a tree Jesus paid instead When I did waste my blessing A squandered precious gift Upon the Shepherd's shoulder This lost lamb he did lift And I am the chief of sinners Should have been left for dead My penalty, death on a tree Jesus paid instead When on a road to nowhere Bound to end with God's wrath I drew the fire aimed at me The he stepped into its path And I am the chief of sinners Should have been left for dead My penalty, death on a tree Jesus paid instead