I will cry out to the Lord

For the blessings He has bestowed

To a wretched worm like me.

He had no obligations and I had no rights,

But my God is sovereign

And my God is just.

So to me, He has made royalty

When the reward I deserved was death,

He gave me life.

I will cry out to the Lord

All the days of my life.

For my years are a wisp of wind

And all I accomplish is fleeting.

Yet with eternity He has made me blessed.

My thoughts may not comprehend the blessings He has bestowed

So I will sing a song of praise to the Lord all my life long.