Holy, Holy, Holy

More than romance or rescue,

Or the grandeur of what You do,

More than the tragedy of our insurrection,

Or the compassion in Your affection,

You are Holy, Holy, Holy.

More than a savior, more than The Source

Replacing stony hatred with warm remorse

And weaving sorrow into joy complete-

Washing the creatures’ dirty feet

You are Holy, Holy, Holy.

Before all time began, and on beyond

Before the stars bowed to respond

To the voice of their Architect-

Before the death You resurrect

You are Holy, Holy, Holy.

Before I learned to bow the knee,

Or grasp You as my guarantee,

Or see the Truth in everything-

Before I ever learned to sing

You are Holy, Holy, Holy.