to be himself a star most bright
to draw the wisemen to his side
to be himself a voice most sweet
to call the children to his feet

to be himself with gentle eyes
to see the dead and bring them life
to be himself the Son of God
to call me chosen and beloved  

i’ve seen his face, I know the voice
he calls to me
i’ve touched his scars, and felt his wrists
i’ve seen the truth

holy, holy god
holy, holy god
you are love
you are love

to be himself and bring us light
to bleed for us a sacrifice
to be himself a humble king
to take upon the curse of sin

to be himself a spotless lamb
to sit with god at his right hand
to be himself redeeming love
to raise me up along with him

praise him
praise him
all ye little children
god is love
god is love