All My Days
Mark Altrogge
You hid Your glory from our eyes
A man of sorrows, man of suffering
Became a servant born to die
The Lamb of God, a perfect offering
And at the hands of wicked men
Your back plowed open by a cruel lash
We crowned Your bleeding head with thorns
You drank God's foaming cup of holy wrath
To You belongs my heart
To You belongs my praise
To You belongs my love
I'll thank You all my days
For a good man someone might die
Or give himself to save the righteous
But You have shown Your love in this
When we were still in sin You died for us
Such wondrous love demands my all
Such lavish grace is worthy of my life
I'll always owe this debt of love
I give my heart to You, Lord Jesus Christ