I can’t understand this work of grace How a perfect God would come and take my place I can’t understand this work of grace The stars they don’t move You The waves can’t undo You Mountains in their splendor they cannot steal your heart This God who is holy Perfect in beauty Awesome in glory Is ravished by my heart Though I’m poor you say I am lovely Though I’m dark you say I am beautiful Though I’m poor you say I am lovely Though I’m dark you say I am beautiful Somehow my weak glance has overwhelmed You And somehow my weak love it has stolen away Your heart I can’t understand this work of grace How a perfect God would come and take my place How a perfect God would come and take my place