Dead Psalmist
I'm married to the Cross,
I count all else as loss,
I die daily as I count the Cost,
He's worth it,
Because He's Worthy,
He's all deserving,
A throne on the New Earth He's reserving,
For His Sons and Daughters,
Who befriend the Lamb that was slaughtered,
And of our purest FAITH He's the Author,
We're refined as we're crushed by the divine,
Weight of Glory,