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hat do we owe Thee, O righteous King? What sacrifice? What offering? The weight of sin on You was laid The price of our salvation You paid The price of our salvation You paid.
What could we e'er impart to Thee Who bled and died to set us free? We call upon Your holy name Your gift of grace we gladly claim Your gift of grace we gladly claim.
We are now but exiles here The trials are fierce; We do not fear In You our hope is so secure For Your glory we do endure For Your glory we do endure.
We give thanks to You alone Heavenly Father, our hearts true home Our matchless King, this psalm we raise We give our lives to shout Your praise We give our lives to shout Your praise.