Three Wounds

Lord, grant me a vision
Of Your Majesty
That overwhelms my view
With eyes wide open
Let me be dismayed
With who I am
In the Light of You

Lord, grant me compassion
For the prodigals
Who now are wandering lost
Let my heart be broken
Until each erring child
Kneels trembling down
Beneath the cross

Oh, I need more of You
Jesus, more of You
Grant me more of You
Precious Lord
Ever more
More of You

Lord, grant me devotion
To discovering
The deepest depths of Truth
My soul's greatest longing
For You to dwell in me
That I may always
Abide with You

Oh, I need more of You
Jesus, more of You
Oh, grant me more of You
Precious Lord
Ever more
More of You

Lord, for three wounds I pray
With no conditions made
To know sin's cost
Grief for the lost
And a never-ending thirst
For more of You
For more of You

Oh, I need more of You
Jesus, more of You
Oh, grant me more of You
Precious Lord
Ever more
More of You
Precious Lord
Ever more
More of You
Oh, Precious Lord
Ever more of You



Credits
Writer(s): Bethany R Huot
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