The grace of God unleashed upon
The low who once were high
Forgiveness offered by His hand
To failures such as I
The value of His gift esteemed
Is much dependant on
How great we recognize our need
And where our pride has gone
All those who work and strive to do
The very best they can
They offer only pocket lint
Unto the Son of Man
The very best we can produce
In all our treasure store
Apart from Christ is all in vain
It's moth and rust, no more
But water offered in a glass
To others in His name
Will garner a reward from Christ
Exceeding every aim
The one who has a little love
Has but a little Lord
A monstrous debt of sin is paid
Where Christ is most adored