All I have to offer you is
less than I can bare
how can I ever hope to
match your gift beyond compare
If I righted all the
wrongs I've done and set the captives free
still I would need you to
die for me
For what can be given to
the Lord above all things?
What song can be sung to
him who gave me notes to sing?
If the sky were painted
over with the vic'tries of our king
Oh the half would not be
told
though the sun blot out
and earth grow cold
no the half would not be
told
What praises can I bring?
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