what kind of god could shape the earth and stars
yet watch over the sparrow as it flies
what kind of father could forgive the failing heart
and dry the tears that sinners cry i
if eyes could know one glimpse of heaven
he must be beauty and splendor
he must have strong hands that guide with gentle touch
he must be hope and he must be joy
but more than these he must be loved
what kind of lord would build for us a place
with seas of glass and mansions high
what kind of friend would save us from the grave
by giving his own son to die
if hearts could see for just one moment
he must be beauty and splendor
he must have strong hands that guide with gentle touch
he must be hope and he must be joy
but more than this he must be loved
but more than these he must be loved
