Jehovah reigns in beauty

And love that passes through me

And gives me strength, 



But what am I?

A heart that yearns to please you

But hides myself from your view 

Then asks your grace,

Lord what am I?



Your grace enwraps us all

And covers our sins and restores to whole

Your suffering gave us hope

From the depths that we delved, and now raised from the 

fall.



Lord make me now a instrument

Of Your love and mercy

To bring those back I’ve led astray

With words that comfort the broken

And deeds that nurture their souls

And love that flows from the giver of Life



Your grace enwraps us all

And covers our sins and restores to whole

Your suffering gave us hope

From the depths that we delved, and now raised from the 

fall.



Your company brings us peace

Your fellowship baptizes me in release

And freedom from the old

Lord, who am I now, I am simply your own