The King of Glory

I think I shall never sing A sincere song that will thrill the king, A king whose love fills the earth Where he mould men whom he gave His breath. I think I shall never know The secret that makes seeds into trees grow The secret known from the beginning By Him who gave birds and fouls wings for flying I think I shall never see The glory of Him who has power to set free, He set me free from myself So I won’t be like a book that’s left the shelf.