Watching the hours tick by
Grateful that your blessings are nigh
The memories of graces bestowed
Crowning me with glories foretold

Redemptions gift upon my soul
Redeeming me from all my foes
From the womb to an adult
Elevating me above my faults

Priceless was that gift
Regardless my flaws
Worthless was my sins
Priceless his saving blood

From devil's claws besieged
From death fangs rescued
My past renewed in heaven
My crown ravishes in glory

Until my death day
The Lord I shall account to
Singing loud my praise
The Lord I shall exalt

Hosanna to his holy name
And higher be his sounding praise
In unison with heavenly saints

Praising him with his angels

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