Oh the depths of your riches
It's the wisdom of all man
Who has ever given to God?
I drop my penny in his hand
With open empty palms, I offer this...
To him be the glory
For from him and in him are all things
The glory is yours
How unsearchable you are
Paths beyond tracing out
And who has ever known his mind?
We try to know, so we sing loud
With open empty palms, I offer this...
To him be the glory
For from him and in him are all things
The glory is yours
So I sit here and wonder what your next move may be
Send your spirit to move in me
Oh the mercy of your judgment
It's more than man deserves
And who has ever counseled him
The one who listens and forgives
With open empty palms, I offer this...
To him be the glory
For from him and in him are all things
The glory is yours
Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise him all creatures here below
