To the throne of grace,
I have woven my ways.
Immune against defeat-
I am humble at your mercy-seat.
Redemption that can't stutter-
I'll tirelessly tarry at Golgotha.
Love in apparent abundance.
Kindness maintains a solid stance.
I'll persist in your presence-
totally lost in your tenderness.
A heart with more than a wish-
may your favour forever flourish.
You're a temple of compassion.
I'm in awe of your sanctions.
Please make my heart your home-
in me, feel free to roam.
Don't ever leave my sight-
your path is persistently right.
Willingly, I will weave my ways
to your precious throne of grace.