I, a pauper, raised in poverty
You, the King, in all your glorious majesty
Oh my Lord how can it be
That you would deem to speak to me?
Born in a hovel, raised amongst sin
Yet one glorious night the King walked in
Into the darkness and filth you came
My family and I were never the same
You raised up this pauper and called him your friend
You took what was broken, which no one could mend
You restored me and loved me and filled up my cup
I fall to my knees with my hands lifted up
I praise you oh God in heaven above
You restored what was broken by heavenly love
How deep was that love that refined all the dross?
I need look no further than Calvary's cross
There you suffered and bled and died for me
You hung on that cross that I may be free
Free to love and look toward heaven
Free to live, my sins now forgiven
It's a wonder, it's a glory, it's beyond comprehension
That we will follow your glorious ascension
And dwell in the courts of our Father above
And dwell there forever in your eternal love