You love me Lord, because you've chosen to,
And not for righteous works that I have done.
For as the early clouds and morning dew,
My goodness can't survive the risen Sun.
Fast save me now with healing in your wings,
For, by your lovingkindness, I am torn.
Because I oft transgress in many things,
You scrourge this son who, by your will, was born.
Yet, grant the grace to love you all my days,
To thirst unquenched unless I'm bound to you,
To make you all my passion and my praise,
To ever bow amazed at all you do.
My Father freely gave from up above
His only Son to offer. God is love.