When I think about what the Lord has done for me my heart just wants to burst into song.  I don't deserve what He has done, and I have not earned it, and never will for as long as I live, but still He died and rose again just for me.  It was a gift of grace, freely given to set me free from guilt and shame and to wash me whiter than snow.  What an amazing love that is!  The mere words I utter cannot express the magnitude of the gratitude I feel for that sacrifice He made, but while I still have breath within me I will offer up a sacrifice of praise to Him and glorify His Holy Name.

MY LIPS WILL EVER PRAISE YOU

My lips will ever praise You
As long as I may live,
For though I sin against You, Lord,
I know that You'll forgive.

Although I am not worthy
Of Your blessings and Your love,
You sent Your Son to die for me
And Your Spirit like a dove.

Oh, Father, make me humble –
I'm already tired and weak –
And may I always realise
That from You my strength I seek.

And when I feel downhearted,
Or so lonely or afraid,
May I always look to You, my Lord,
And the promises You made.

You said You'd never leave me –
You're my fortress and my shield –
And when I face my enemies
Your Word's the sword I wield.

So my lips will ever praise You
As my heart with joy You fill,
And I give my life to You, my Lord,
To do with as You will.

Copyright © 1997 Christine Chipman. All rights reserved.

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