When I consider
The works of Your hands
What is man that You are mindful of him?
Higher than cosmos
In constant dance
Your Name stands and none can comprehend it
And who am I
To look up at Your skies?
Who am I
To meet my Maker's eyes?
O, what glory is this?
O, what glory is this?
That Glory would descend into our nature?
O, what glory is this?
O, what glory is this?
That faith we offer up could bring You pleasure?
O, what glory is this
Gloriousness
Gloriousness
Why should You claim us
As jewels in Your hands
Formed by Love that we so quickly forfeit
Ordaining answers
From mouths of babes
So all stand and praise Your Name in wonder
Heaven and earth by Him were made
All is by His scepter swayed
What are we that He would show
So much love to us, below?