Текст песни Hymns - Cynthia Clawson

I hear their song
Their words of beauty reaching deep within cathedrals of my heart
Angelic choirs reverberate the stain glassed windows
Of saints and sinners in their place singing out amazing grace
While in the glory of their face
I'm drawn to find my part
And sing with all my heart

I know their words
Their thoughts reflecting simple truth of testimonies rich in love
Their eyes can see the mystery of loving kindness
Of chains that life has torn away
And power found in each new day
The Lord's compassion on display
His touch from heaven above
Gave words to speak their love

Composer of my soul
Show me all You showed to them
Hymnwriter
Hymnsinger
Let me know their eloquence
Let me share their offering
Put the notes in my heart
The lyrics on my lips
And let the essence of my life be a song
That others will want to sing.

I see their lives
My tears that fall upon the page
A mark indelible in time
What sacrifice their hearts poured out like raging waters
For sons and daughters to believe
And generations to receive
The harvest white from all their seed
No greater love sublime
Could change this heart of mine

Composer of my soul
Show me all You showed to them
The hymnwriter
Hymnsinger
Let me know their eloquence
Let me share their offering
Put the notes in my heart
The lyrics on my lips
And let the essence of my life be a song
That others will want to sing

A song that others will want to sing