1 Lord most high, how can I thank you for all you gave me? Your dear Son left his throne, gave up heaven to save me. Over and over I did you wrong, spurned your grace and favour; now I find I was blind till you showed me my Saviour. 2 I shall sing of my King though he reigns far above me; tell how he pardoned me, how he's promised to love me. Over and over I'll spread the news there's no greater story once he came bearing shame; soon he'll come in his glory!