Maker Of The Universe Lyrics

	作曲 : Keaggy, Pitt
	The Maker of the universe,
	As Man for man was made a curse.
	The claims of
	Law which
	He had made,
	Unto the uttermost
	He paid. His holy fingers made the bough,
	Which grew the thorns that crowned
	His brow.
	The nails that pierced
	His hands were mined
	In secret places
	He designed.
	He made the forest whence there sprung
	The tree on which
	His body hung.
	He died upon a cross of wood,
	Yet made the hill on which it stood.
	The sky that darkened o'er
	His head,
	By Him above the earth was spread.
	The sun that hid from
	Him it's face
	By His decree was poised in space.
	The spear which spilled
	His precious blood
	Was tempered in the fires of
	God. The grave in which
	His form was laid
	Was hewn in rocks
	His hands had made.
	The throne on which
	He now appears
	Was His for everlasting years.
	But a new glory crowns
	His brow And every knee to
	Him shall bow.

	zuo qu : Keaggy, Pitt
	The Maker of the universe,
	As Man for man was made a curse.
	The claims of
	Law which
	He had made,
	Unto the uttermost
	He paid. His holy fingers made the bough,
	Which grew the thorns that crowned
	His brow.
	The nails that pierced
	His hands were mined
	In secret places
	He designed.
	He made the forest whence there sprung
	The tree on which
	His body hung.
	He died upon a cross of wood,
	Yet made the hill on which it stood.
	The sky that darkened o' er
	His head,
	By Him above the earth was spread.
	The sun that hid from
	Him it' s face
	By His decree was poised in space.
	The spear which spilled
	His precious blood
	Was tempered in the fires of
	God. The grave in which
	His form was laid
	Was hewn in rocks
	His hands had made.
	The throne on which
	He now appears
	Was His for everlasting years.
	But a new glory crowns
	His brow And every knee to
	Him shall bow.

	zuò qǔ : Keaggy, Pitt
	The Maker of the universe,
	As Man for man was made a curse.
	The claims of
	Law which
	He had made,
	Unto the uttermost
	He paid. His holy fingers made the bough,
	Which grew the thorns that crowned
	His brow.
	The nails that pierced
	His hands were mined
	In secret places
	He designed.
	He made the forest whence there sprung
	The tree on which
	His body hung.
	He died upon a cross of wood,
	Yet made the hill on which it stood.
	The sky that darkened o' er
	His head,
	By Him above the earth was spread.
	The sun that hid from
	Him it' s face
	By His decree was poised in space.
	The spear which spilled
	His precious blood
	Was tempered in the fires of
	God. The grave in which
	His form was laid
	Was hewn in rocks
	His hands had made.
	The throne on which
	He now appears
	Was His for everlasting years.
	But a new glory crowns
	His brow And every knee to
	Him shall bow.

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