He despises man's ungodly tradition
To God's Word they seek to make an addition But this is wholly contrary to Christ's mission
And will fuel His holy temper ignition
He has a relentless holy ambition
To save the self-righteous human condition
And bring godless sinners to His full submission
So don't put your hopes in any politician, physician, superstition, or lofty recognition
But trust in Jesus' death and sin remission
By faith alone receive a righteous position
And acquire a growing holy disposition
That declares against all sin outright opposition
Because the beauty of Christ has no competition!
That's my King!
His disciples ate with defiled hands
But it's the heart the eye of the LORD scans
To see if in it righteousness stands
And holiness continues and expands
Just as the LORD promises and demands
God supplies grace to obey what He commands
And He'll make His sons many like the ocean sands!
That's my King!
Jesus came to set free – to cut down the complex
His burden is easy and shouldn't perplex
Jewish rules were more and less than God expects
Killing heart-worship was one of their effects
But if you see the glory Christ reflects
And the beauty His Person and work projects
You'll beg to be His royal subjects
Delighting in Him as the best of objects!
That's my King! Do you know Him?!
Worship that's vain is completely insane
It's like the unacceptable sacrifice of Cain
That's only profane
So break this evil chain
And turn to the Lamb Who was slain
But now lives with full reign
As the only One Who can end your pain
Worship Him from a pure heart to pleasure regain!
That's my King!
Hypocrisy He came to kill
True humility to instill with unprecedented skill
He did His Father's perfect will
He died upon mount Calvary's hill
And rose up from the dead with zeal
The law and the prophets to fulfill
And open history's every seal
He Himself became our meal
And to His name all people's kneel
Through His blood all nations heal
And He gives an everlasting thrill!
That's my King!
The Pharisees' hands had to be washed clean
Though their hearts were dirtier than a latrine
Outwardly they shine, clear, bright, and pristine
But inside they're dead and rotten gangrene
It's uglier than anything you've ever seen
Unless, of course, the Clean of cleans you've seen
Who makes even the dirtiest latrine clean, bright, and pristine
Brings to life gangrene and clears it from the scene
For sinners He'd intervene
He's the mediator and God's go-between
In order to turn the ugliest into the most beautiful clean!
That's my King!
If your worship is fake
It's for your own sake
God's glory you take
Vile idols you make
You'll burn in the lake
Unless Christ makes you awake
Your sin forsake
Selfishness He'll break
And save you from heartache
In His glory you'll partake
And your life He'll remake
Worship won't be fake
But be done for His own name's sake!
That's my King!
God doesn't want honor merely from your lips
It's your whole life and heart He takes and grips
His delights flow down like the honeycomb drips
So come to Christ by faith and with joy He equips
From His river of pleasures you'll forever take sips
Where His glory will never suffer slips, trips, or eclipse!
That's my King! I wonder if you know Him today?!
God's holy commandments you shouldn't leave
But run to the glorious Christ and cleave
He saves if you'll only repent and believe
He died and rose, salvation to achieve
Dead, hell-bound sinners He came to retrieve
By His grace may you have new eyes to perceive
He lives for you now, your fears to relieve
He's the most precious gift you could ever receive
He's greater than all your mind could conceive!
That's my King!
He rules the world with almighty power
He's our refuge and strength, our strong high tower
All of our enemies He'll finally devour
Though His tenderness and beauty bloom like a flower
May we be ready now, He returns any hour
Upon us great blessings He'll eternally shower!
That's my King!
Christ Jesus Makes True Worship Real
He Is God’s Word With Passion Zeal
Sinners By Vain Tradition Steal
His Glory, Yet To Him They Kneel
He Wants Our Hearts His Praise To Feel
For He Died And Rose To Seal
Our Salvation And To Heal
Us From Every Sin And Ill
Now By Faith We Do His Will
The Holy Spirit He Does Fill
With Christ Our Everlasting Thrill!
That's my King! That's my King!
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