1 Lord most high, how can I
thank you for all you gave me?
Your dear Son left his throne,
gave up heaven to save me.
Over and over I did you wrong,
spurned your grace and favour;
now I find I was blind
till you showed me my Saviour.

2 I shall sing of my King
though he reigns far above me;
tell how he pardoned me,
how he's promised to love me.
Over and over I'll spread the news
there's no greater story
once he came bearing shame;
soon he'll come in his glory!

Christopher Idle
© Christopher Idle/Jubilate Hymns Ltd