You had the nature Of God the Father You put the glory Of heaven aside Born as a mortal You made Youself nothing You bore my shame As you suffered and died You are the King The Lord of Glory Let Your praise fill the skies Every knee will bend before You Every tongue will cry Jesus is Lord, Jesus is Lord Jesus is Lord, Jesus is Lord I had the nature Of a fallen creature Possessing nothing That would warrant Your grace Deserving judgement You showered mercy Won by the Son Becoming sin in my place