Autumn 1992
Psalm 1
Oh God above, our God Most High, our Savior and our King,
Creator of the Universe and every living thing,
You spoke and all things came to be, their glory e'er a sign
Of Your great love and righteousness and holiness divine.
Oh, here we stand before You as a sinful human race,
Now pleading for Your mercy and in need of endless grace.
We cannot offer recompense, there's nothing we can bring.
Our highest thought is nothing but a vile, abhorrent thing.
Oh, what is Man that You should pay so great a sacrifice?
He's nothing but pure wickedness, a slave to sin and vice.
And yet You do not turn from him but come down from above,
To change him from a Man of Sin into a Child of Love.
Oh wondrous love, oh boundless love, oh mystery divine,
That makes us into Sons of God, forever wholly Thine.
We never more will turn away or try to be our own.
We'll ever gladly worship You upon Your radiant throne.
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