From Eternal Glory

O my Jesus, I can only wonder at the works of Your hands
How far above me are Your ways, Your schemes and plans
For You are mighty, hear me and answer my prayer
Yet I am nothing, I deserve no such grace be spared

Seemingly gladly You poured out Your life
Let Your back receive a stabbing knife
All I saw was muck, all I was was sin
You are my Redeemer, my everything
You turned Your ear to listen to my words
My cries reached far beyond the home of birds

Far beyond what I could have asked for
You are perfectly loving, my Provider
You saw into my heart and mind, knew my needs
You, O Lord, are good and Your love endures forever
Thank You my Saviour, thank You my King

By Pete Scopes