My book's already written,
My plot's already set.
Upon a cross of torture,
My life long needs were met.
I hung onto the failing,
I grappled to the vain,
I jollied in the pleasures,
I suffered from the pain.
As I lay sick and dying,
My body wrecked from sin,
A hand from Heaven touched me,
A spirit moved within.
An instant burning hunger,
These frail bones did seek,
It's of the grace of Jesus,
My thankful lips now speak.
Proclaim and shout his goodness,
Sing out a joyful song!
God saves the weak and lowly,
Erases every wrong.
How happy are his children,
Filled with His holy fire,
They praise a risen Savior,
Whose love will never tire!
My plot's already set.
Upon a cross of torture,
My life long needs were met.
I hung onto the failing,
I grappled to the vain,
I jollied in the pleasures,
I suffered from the pain.
As I lay sick and dying,
My body wrecked from sin,
A hand from Heaven touched me,
A spirit moved within.
An instant burning hunger,
These frail bones did seek,
It's of the grace of Jesus,
My thankful lips now speak.
Proclaim and shout his goodness,
Sing out a joyful song!
God saves the weak and lowly,
Erases every wrong.
How happy are his children,
Filled with His holy fire,
They praise a risen Savior,
Whose love will never tire!