You had the nature
Of God the Father
You put the glory
Of heaven aside
Born as a mortal
You made Youself nothing
You bore my shame
As you suffered and died
You are the King
The Lord of Glory
Let Your praise fill the skies
Every knee will bend before You
Every tongue will cry
Jesus is Lord, Jesus is Lord
Jesus is Lord, Jesus is Lord
I had the nature
Of a fallen creature
Possessing nothing
That would warrant Your grace
Deserving judgement
You showered mercy
Won by the Son
Becoming sin in my place