If the light of the Gospel did not shine on me.
For by His Word these blinded eyes now see,
And these lips are loosed to tell what He has done for me.
So may my every word speak only of His mercy,
And my life bring honor to His name.
And O the glory, and O the majesty
That fills my heart when He smiles on me.
For evermore be this my only plea,
That the precious blood of Jesus and the mighty Word of Jesus rescued me.
I can't imagine why He'd die for me.
For a man just as wretched as a soul can be.
The precious blood that poured from Calvary,
Like a mighty flowing river how it washes me.
Teaching me to turn from ungodly pleasures,
While I'm learning to obey.
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copyright 2000 John Coburn