More than my Savior who has died for sins,
More than the sacrifice for all that's wrong,
He is the Lord of life, who keeps me strong.
To turn my life to Him, I'm sure to win.
When I am weak and fall, He lifts me up,
When I have lost the way, He is the light;
With Jesus' help I'll drink a bitter cup
Or climb to any hill or mountain's height.
Through Him the world was made and He does know
Temptations that attack our fragile hearts:
He knows because He took on flesh below
And on the cross he bid his spirit part.
I kneel before the majesty of Him
Who fills my life and spirit to the brim.
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