New ways
To praise
The God of all
Abound with
Each new day
So lift
A gift,
A glorious call,
And let Him
Hear you say...
God is glorious
And victorious,
And keeps His good from none
Who call on Him;
He'll not let dim
The ones who love the One
Jesus, He died,
The Spirit outcried,
To punish One so loved
But love, that love,
It was the same
Why Christ needs be crucified
And descend
Where I should be,
He gave His high throne up
For me
Oh glory this!
How silently
The King goes forth so brave...
His ones to save.
And can it be,
That I through He,
Be chosen -- what makes me great?
Naught, but the glory of
His gracious love,
Despite my cruel hate.
They would not see,
He saw them blind,
And ope'd their eyes to see.
They would not hear,
Would not give ear:
But deaf, He heard them to be
And that Word,
His people heard,
That truth was plain to see;
Now they saw,
And attentive in awe,
And there lies the mystery.
What mercy there!
Pow'r beyond compare!
To use my sin
For such grace;
The very things,
Those condemnings,
Become the way
I at last hold His face
He turns all poor
to be the best,
A noble change He does make:
Sweet mystery,
For only He
Can nature's nature so overtake
God is glorious
And victorious,
And keeps His good from none
Who call on Him;
He'll ne'er let dim
The ones who love the One
Jessica Moore (c) 2013
