Jehovah reigns in beauty And love that passes through me And gives me strength, But what am I? A heart that yearns to please you But hides myself from your view Then asks your grace, Lord what am I? Your grace enwraps us all And covers our sins and restores to whole Your suffering gave us hope From the depths that we delved, and now raised from the fall. Lord make me now a instrument Of Your love and mercy To bring those back I've led astray With words that comfort the broken And deeds that nurture their souls And love that flows from the giver of Life Your grace enwraps us all And covers our sins and restores to whole Your suffering gave us hope From the depths that we delved, and now raised from the fall. Your company brings us peace Your fellowship baptizes me in release And freedom from the old Lord, who am I now, I am simply your own.