Song | Grace And Nothing More |
Artist | Steve Green |
Album | Premiere Performance Plus: Grace And Nothing More |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mathes, Mohr, Naish | |
I thought while on this voyage long | |
My strength God would increase | |
And at some point along the way | |
My struggling would cease | |
I fought with boldness, wind and wave | |
And yet the skirmish lost | |
Exhausted, all provision gone | |
The channel still uncrossed | |
As lifeless I in stillness drift | |
Just strength enough to pray | |
It's only then I feel the surge | |
That speeds me on my way | |
By His own hand and faithfulness | |
He steers me toward a distant shore | |
And the wind that billows in the sail | |
Is grace and nothing more | |
Yes, it's grace and nothing more | |
I seek the bloom of holiness | |
He leads me deep within | |
Reveals the hardness of my heart | |
Unearths my hidden sin | |
My barren soul groans in despair | |
In brokenness I cry | |
Oh, God, I find no hope in me | |
A smile His sweet reply | |
For where the tears of brokenness | |
Have soaked the fallow ground | |
The tender shoots of holiness | |
Now spring up all around | |
Strength in my weakness | |
Joy through the pain | |
Hope when I'm helpless | |
Loss my greatest gain |
zuo qu : Mathes, Mohr, Naish | |
I thought while on this voyage long | |
My strength God would increase | |
And at some point along the way | |
My struggling would cease | |
I fought with boldness, wind and wave | |
And yet the skirmish lost | |
Exhausted, all provision gone | |
The channel still uncrossed | |
As lifeless I in stillness drift | |
Just strength enough to pray | |
It' s only then I feel the surge | |
That speeds me on my way | |
By His own hand and faithfulness | |
He steers me toward a distant shore | |
And the wind that billows in the sail | |
Is grace and nothing more | |
Yes, it' s grace and nothing more | |
I seek the bloom of holiness | |
He leads me deep within | |
Reveals the hardness of my heart | |
Unearths my hidden sin | |
My barren soul groans in despair | |
In brokenness I cry | |
Oh, God, I find no hope in me | |
A smile His sweet reply | |
For where the tears of brokenness | |
Have soaked the fallow ground | |
The tender shoots of holiness | |
Now spring up all around | |
Strength in my weakness | |
Joy through the pain | |
Hope when I' m helpless | |
Loss my greatest gain |
zuò qǔ : Mathes, Mohr, Naish | |
I thought while on this voyage long | |
My strength God would increase | |
And at some point along the way | |
My struggling would cease | |
I fought with boldness, wind and wave | |
And yet the skirmish lost | |
Exhausted, all provision gone | |
The channel still uncrossed | |
As lifeless I in stillness drift | |
Just strength enough to pray | |
It' s only then I feel the surge | |
That speeds me on my way | |
By His own hand and faithfulness | |
He steers me toward a distant shore | |
And the wind that billows in the sail | |
Is grace and nothing more | |
Yes, it' s grace and nothing more | |
I seek the bloom of holiness | |
He leads me deep within | |
Reveals the hardness of my heart | |
Unearths my hidden sin | |
My barren soul groans in despair | |
In brokenness I cry | |
Oh, God, I find no hope in me | |
A smile His sweet reply | |
For where the tears of brokenness | |
Have soaked the fallow ground | |
The tender shoots of holiness | |
Now spring up all around | |
Strength in my weakness | |
Joy through the pain | |
Hope when I' m helpless | |
Loss my greatest gain |