Glory of God

It was Your Son
Who was slaughtered
To save each of our
Sons and daughters.

You drew the waters back
With Your mighty Hand,
So Your children could walk
Across on the dry land.

You told the mountains
Where they should stand;
You drew the fountains
So they might nourish man.

How great is Your love?
How marvelous Your wonders?
You grace like a dove,
Your might like thunder.

The world cannot deny
The love You supply.
It fills me up
It is always enough