1 O Lord, your love is so vast and so wide,
freely given to all who believe.
It soars above the highest sky
and it floods the deepest sea.
It moved Your heart to send Your only Son
to die on Calvary's tree.
And now Your love has been poured in my soul,
that its water may flow through me.
2 O Lord, I come to You with great shame,
for I fear my work is in vain.
I am moved by the sound of man's empty praise,
when Io serve others in Your name.
If I give my wealth as a gift to the poor,
or my body to the flames of the fire,
Still all will be lost when I stand in Your sight
if my motives are not love inspired.
3 O Lord, how I long to be filled with Your love;
I lift up my dry, thirsty soul.
Overcome this love that I have for myself,
as I yield to the Spirit's control.
May the love of Christ increase in my heart,
and my knowledge of Him ever grow.
So the service I give to my King above
will reflect the love that He's shown.