When I consider the work of Your hands |
What am I that You are mindful of me?
Why do You care, so passionately?
Graciously You became man just like me.
Took on my form, carried my shame.
Who is like You?
There's none like You.
How majestic is Your name in all the earth.
From the lips of babes You have ordained praise,
To silence the foe, defeat Your enemies.
All the birds of the air and flocks of the field,
Sing out Your praise,
Sing out Your praise.
From Psalm 8 Tim Jarvis © Passion Praise Music 2009 |