Before the beginning of time, you preordained unmerited favour for me.
You had only but one purpose, to eternally set me free.
Though it meant hanging on a tree, you were still willing to pay the fee.
What manner of love is this? Continually chasing me down even when I flee.
Its deeper than the sea, with each passing second I see.
Out of your fullness it is demonstrated, so that as You are, I can be.
In my time of need I approach it confidently on bended knee.
At your feet I glee knowing that mercy and justification’s door is opened by this key.
To never be without this constant overflowing gift is my heart’s plea.
It is sufficient, power made perfect in my weakness, Your word decree.
Poured out abundantly to build me up to any degree.
The heavens cry out, let not the offering be in vain, in my spirit I agree.
Eternally grateful for the finished work of the cross, declaring me as grace’s transferee.
Believing in my heart and proclaiming with my mouth serves as an everlasting guarantee.
When the world reasons with me to go astray, may the great comforter be the referee.
Let not my soul be persuaded to cleave to no other but HE.