There's no power This world has to offer No recognition This world has to give That I would not trade for The arms of my Savior This no ordinary man That carries us up our mountains Never an orphan, never without Him Looking back now I see where His light was Ever before me, ever behind me Looking back now I see where His light was Where His light was There's no power, this world has to offer No recognition, this world has to give That I would not trade for, the arms of my Savior This no ordinary man, that carried me up my mountain Carried me up