I Will Sing

Come behold our God above
Robed with splendor and majesty
Soaring on the wings of wind
Stretching skies above like curtains

He hung the stars in space
Yet here below descended
Incarnate gift of grace
To sinners He befriended

I will sing of your goodness all my days
All my days
To the lost, share the mercies of your grace
Of Your grace
From the heavens where You reign
To the earth where You were slain
I will sing of Your goodness all my days

Come and see the Son of man
Robed with suffering and misery
Hanging on a cross of wood
Stretching arms out wide for sinners

We hung him in disgrace
Cruel nails, his hands suspended
What sorrow mixed with grace
The day his life was ended

Come behold our risen King
Come behold our risen King
Come behold our risen King
Looks now on us with favor
Let all creation sing
The glories of our Savior



Credits
Writer(s): David A Campbell, Abby Cannon
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