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.