O but when the joy is inexpressible and full of glory,
no word, nor song can tell the story…
No eye could see, no ear could hear, no man have sought,
the salvation that was wrought.
And worked out in a heart of one that was bought…

You can remove and cut,
even until you are in a isolated hut,
trying to ring fence and avoid the mud.
Outside looking holy and clean but
once water hits the ground,
you will again hear the sound,
of mud all around.

I come to thee humble and do plea,
send though me where thou wilt,
or tell me to stay as long as thee is with me.
Give heed o Lord give heed,
to my lost and unworthy bleat.

Not in the success nor in the failure of yesterday,
but holding on to the sufficiency of His grace this day.
That is all that can make my heart stay,
and drives me to my knees to pray:

Where shall I run?
Where shall I hide?

I have nothing to bring,
except every evil conceivable thing,
to which my hands daily would cling.
O empty me O Lord of everything,
save me o loving righteous King,
clothe me with with His garment of righteousness,
that I might loudly sing:

Except my filthy ring,
that bound me to every evil thing,
even to serve the One who is of earth the King.
And accepting this ring,
my Beloved the heavenly King,

For that is not within me,
to please Thee,
for I am full of sin and filthy.
Oh but by adoring and believing in His loving grace,
joy and peace fills my face,

Vain is the vine that bears no fruit,
the fire reserved is its only suit.

Set my heart ablaze,
with a holy zeal ignited by your loving face.
Not a zeal without knowledge,
not seeking my own righteousness to acknowledge.