I have not much
To offer You
Not near what You deserve
But still [bad word] Because Your cross
Has placed in me my worth

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 know I'm weak
I know I'm unworthy
To call upon Your name
But because of grace
Because of Your mercy
I stand here unashamed

I can't explain
This kind of love
I'm humbled and amazed
That [bad word] down
From heavens heights
And greet me face to face

Here I am at Your feet
In my [bad word]