Dressed in a robe of righteousness
I’m amazed that I should be here
Treated as Your honoured guest
I am humbled that You chose me
Before the world began to turn
By Your grace I have been given
Blessings I could never earn
From on high You stooped down
To lift me up, to help me stand
You tell me I am precious
Write my name upon on Your hand
Undeserving yet You love me
Paid so much to bring me home
I am nothing, I am no one
Yet You’ve claimed me for Your own.
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