He's brought me here, where things are clear and trials turn to gold,
He's shared with me his victory he won in days of old.

Oh Lord, I don't deserve the riches of your world,
But you changed my filthy rags to linen white as snow.

The view from here is nothing near yo what it is for you,
I've tried to see your plan for me, but I only acted like I knew.

Oh Lord, forgive the times I've tried to read your mind,
'Cause you said if I'd be still, then I would hear your voice.

My Lord, my king, my urge to sing and praise the things above,
No words could say the glorious way you've changed me with your love.

He's brought me here, where things are clear and trials turn to gold.