On bended knee I cry out
Worthy is the lamb that was slain for me
The sacrifice so full of grace
My place he took…HIS station he forsook
The unblemished one’s blood spilt upon the ground
Hung upon an accursed tree
No greater love can be found
I cannot be silenced
For even if my breathe be taken
Even if my days are stolen from me
The rocks shall cry out
HE is the light
HE is The Way
HE is the River of Life
HE is the King of Kings
HE shall set HIS throne on Mount Zion
So I cry
Holy, Holy, Holy is HE