His hymns are ever in our hearts
because He loveth the first
to bring us to salvation,
into redemption-works.
The call of Christ at ev’ry door,
He, responding to our thirst,
caused many to form remnant choirs,
as healers to the hurt.
We form a temple not made with hands,
with art b’yond Sistine worth.
The hand of God giving daily bread
we gladly take to share.
One syllable of song inquires
of the next line its place.
Each praise paints o’er God’s universe,
canvas of amazing grace.
because He loveth the first
to bring us to salvation,
into redemption-works.
The call of Christ at ev’ry door,
He, responding to our thirst,
caused many to form remnant choirs,
as healers to the hurt.
We form a temple not made with hands,
with art b’yond Sistine worth.
The hand of God giving daily bread
we gladly take to share.
One syllable of song inquires
of the next line its place.
Each praise paints o’er God’s universe,
canvas of amazing grace.
