If I saw a crippled man stand tall, if I turned to see a dead man walk, I could not love You more, I could not love You more. If I felt the warmth of Your embrace, or laid my eyes upon Your face, I could not love You more, I could not love You more. The cross is, my treasure, Your blood has, joined us together. Your greatness, Your splendor, has sustained me, for ever... I could not love You more, I could not love You more. If I saw a blind man stand in awe, at the wonder of all that he saw, I could not love You more, I could not love You more... If I saw the stone roll away, and touched Your scars and felt Your pain, I could not love You more, I could not love You more.