I Ahave not Bmuch to C#moffer You, not Anear what BYou deC#mserve
But Astill I Bcome beC#mcause Your cross, has Aplaced in Bme my Eworth
Oh, Christ my King of sympathy,
whose wounds secure my peace
Your grace extends to call me friend;
Your mercy sets me free
And I Aknow I'm Bweak, I C#mknow I'm unworthy
To Acall uBpon Your C#mname
But beAcause of Bgrace, beC#mcause of Your mercy
I Astand here BunaEshamed
I can't explain this kind of love;
I'm humbled and amazed
That You'd come down from heaven's heights,
and greet me face to face
Here I Eam, at Your Afeet, in my Ebrokeness comAplete