I am not skilled to understand,
what God has willed, what God has planned
I only know at His right hand,
stands one who is my Savior

I take Him at His word and deed,
Christ died to save: this I read
and in my heart I find a need,
of Him to be my Savior

That He would leave His place on high,
and come for sinful man to die
you count it strange, so once did I,
before I knew my Savior

Yes, living, dying: let me bring, my strength,
my solace from the spring:
that He who lives to be my king,
once died to be my Savior

That He would leave His place on high,
and come for sinful man to die
you count it strange, so once did I,
before I knew my Savior