What is this'
Through strange and bad, it does not touch this joy I have,
What is this'
Through future, past, and now or then, only love will last.

Oh, these words ring true to me.

Love the maker, crown the king who gives us all and makes me sing,
Count my blessings on my knees; so thankful for all, everything.

Oh, these words ring true to me.

My strength is dead; I hope instead in what will be, in what we'll see,
My strength is dead; I hope instead on every word he said.

This is real, and this is good: to trust in truth now as I should,
Give the glory, give the pain, and let the fall build me again.

Oh, these words ring true to me,
Oh, these words ring through to me.

My strength is dead; I hope instead in what will be, in what I'll see,
My strength is dead; I hope instead on every word he's said.

Who gives us all... (who gives us all)
And makes me sing,
So thankful for... (so thankful for)
All, everything.

My strength is dead; I hope instead in what will be, in what I'll see,
My strength is dead; I hope instead on every word he said.

Who gives us all... (who gives us all)
And makes me sing,
So thankful for... (so thankful for)
All, everything.