: shai Sovereign Lord, You truly the prime praise In creation, we can see Your design But since the Fall, this world is such an place Where pays, seekin' the devil's wine taste In my case, I was just on a chase A waste, trapped in my asinine ways But Christ braced Himself, entered into time, The Vine breaks so the branches could grace When Light's rays hit the soul, the paradigm Sublime race, runnin' at pace Now me and are closer than intertwined lace And by faith, we behold His face
So as we're liftin' up our praise to You, it, Lord The object of our affection, whom we in our misery, You darted into history The pardon of iniquity, the mystery
The oceans, the planes, mountains, the The universe proclaims the of Your Name And what am I that You me to Your side? And took this outer stone and it open wide
Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh When I think what Your Son did for me Oh, what a startlin' Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Indescribable is your love is to me Oh, oh, mystery
Sovereign Lord, who can truly understand depths? [?] life, You're the source of every man's Your mysteries, the sharpest of minds can't They stand perplexed, can't fathom you plan next In the garden, we failed Your test We transgressed, now our world is a mess Lord, You're perfect, so why should You demand Man's best is only a sand quest But Christ, watch God savin' [?] flex the people, north, south, east, and west Glorious robes, in the Land, dressed We stand blessed, all because of the death
So as we're liftin' up our praise to You, receive it, The object of our affection, we adore Fallen in our misery, You darted into The pardon of iniquity, startlin' the
The oceans, the planes, the mountains, the The universe the glory of Your Name And what am I You called me to Your side? And took this outer stone and it open wide
Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh When I think what Your Son did for me Oh, what a mystery Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Indescribable is what love is to me Oh, oh, mystery