Christ above all is the most glorious; His perfect work was pure laborious; On that cross He was made notorious; He died a horrible death inglorious; But rose from the tomb alive victorious; His saving work for us meritorious; So trust the Son, and He'll make you glorious!
Deep down, He's the beauty that we seek; For He created all human physique; If the creature's beauty leaves your knees weak; Compared to our God, the creature is bleak; In all His beauty He's utterly unique; He'll leave you breathless – you cannot speak; He's infinite in power and wisdom mystique; He came as a Lamb – both humble and meek; He cried on that cross with a forsaken shriek; And died to save the lost and weak; Then rose our conquering King unique! Come and see – He's what you seek!
Come His infinite value behold; He's worth more than all the gold; That 10 million earths could hold; If all you've owned, you priced and sold; He's still worth more – precious untold; He will not let your heart stay cold; For He died as was foretold; And rose again your heart to mold; And shape it into purest gold; So come and trust your King so bold; Not one mercy He'll withhold; O'er all your life He has controlled; Your righteous story He'll unfold!
That's my King! That's my King!
Deep down, He's the beauty that we seek; For He created all human physique; If the creature's beauty leaves your knees weak; Compared to our God, the creature is bleak; In all His beauty He's utterly unique; He'll leave you breathless – you cannot speak; He's infinite in power and wisdom mystique; He came as a Lamb – both humble and meek; He cried on that cross with a forsaken shriek; And died to save the lost and weak; Then rose our conquering King unique! Come and see – He's what you seek!
Come His infinite value behold; He's worth more than all the gold; That 10 million earths could hold; If all you've owned, you priced and sold; He's still worth more – precious untold; He will not let your heart stay cold; For He died as was foretold; And rose again your heart to mold; And shape it into purest gold; So come and trust your King so bold; Not one mercy He'll withhold; O'er all your life He has controlled; Your righteous story He'll unfold!
That's my King! That's my King!
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