Tuesday, November 06, 2012

a song to Him who makes all things new


I praise your name
I praise your name
In the secret place you are,
I'll find you there my Lord.

Who compares to you?
Who set the foundations of this earth?
are we to understand your ways?
better than any other there?

It's you my king It's you my king,
You redeemed our soul today,
Your love it brings, all peace to me.
Your love it takes me whole.

I'll find you in the secret place,
In rest I will stay.
You are the saviour of my life.
You are the blood that cleansed me whole.

Who compares to you my Lord?
Who compares to what you've done?
Who would ever think, or ever consider...
Us oh Lord? who would ever consider us?

We are not perfect in any way, yet your perfection came down.
And in the darkest moment...
We all abandoned you.
All the ones who followed you.. All of us who said we won't...
And in that moment of time,
You looked upon the earth...

Unto the Father you prayed,
Forgive them for their ways!
Which king would die for me oh Lord?
Which King would lay his life for his people?

Who scones and hurt him now?
which creator would not smash the pots...
but make them new again?

Oh.. Your love... surrounds...
Oh.... Your love... surrounds...
And there is none which compares.. to you my king...
no one compares.. no one will.. ever my Lord....