Oh, what my being would be without You, Jesus my Saviour, strong and true? What would I be if not for grace, My sins to bare them in my place? /: I’d be a clump of frozen stone, A lifeless form of dust alone, A mountain veiled in mist and night, A dawn-less dark, without a light. :/
Strofă 2
I’d be a lighthouse dimmed and broken, With empty sands and winds unspoken, With poison serpents creeping wide, No peace, no shelter left inside. /: I’d be a riverbed run dry, Where once a stream flowed rushing by A leaf torn off, without a way, Blown through the world in vain each day. :/
Strofă 3
So I would be, but praise to You! Jesus my treasure, pure and true. A stream of grace that flows so wide, And fill’s my soul with joy inside. /: I’d never know life’s shining face, Its countless joy or tender grace. Nor would I feel love’s holy flame, With beauty trembling at its name. :/
Strofă 4
Had You not been Goodness divine, The Source of all, forever mine, With mysteries deep and wonders grand, Who speaks and all obeys His hand, /: You lifted me from shadow’s gloom To realms of glory yet to bloom. Jesus, what I am is through You In this life and the next one too! :/
Strofă 1
Oh, what my being would be without You, Jesus my Saviour, strong and true? What would I be if not for grace, My sins to bare them in my place? /: I’d be a clump of frozen stone, A lifeless form of dust alone, A mountain veiled in mist and night, A dawn-less dark, without a light. :/
Strofă 2
I’d be a lighthouse dimmed and broken, With empty sands and winds unspoken, With poison serpents creeping wide, No peace, no shelter left inside. /: I’d be a riverbed run dry, Where once a stream flowed rushing by A leaf torn off, without a way, Blown through the world in vain each day. :/
Strofă 3
So I would be, but praise to You! Jesus my treasure, pure and true. A stream of grace that flows so wide, And fill’s my soul with joy inside. /: I’d never know life’s shining face, Its countless joy or tender grace. Nor would I feel love’s holy flame, With beauty trembling at its name. :/
Strofă 4
Had You not been Goodness divine, The Source of all, forever mine, With mysteries deep and wonders grand, Who speaks and all obeys His hand, /: You lifted me from shadow’s gloom To realms of glory yet to bloom. Jesus, what I am is through You In this life and the next one too! :/
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1. Oh, what my being would be without You,
Jesus my Saviour, strong and true?
What would I be if not for grace,
My sins to bare them in my place?
/: I’d be a clump of frozen stone,
A lifeless form of dust alone,
A mountain veiled in mist and night,
A dawn-less dark, without a light. :/
2. I’d be a lighthouse dimmed and broken,
With empty sands and winds unspoken,
With poison serpents creeping wide,
No peace, no shelter left inside.
/: I’d be a riverbed run dry,
Where once a stream flowed rushing by
A leaf torn off, without a way,
Blown through the world in vain each day. :/
3. So I would be, but praise to You!
Jesus my treasure, pure and true.
A stream of grace that flows so wide,
And fill’s my soul with joy inside.
/: I’d never know life’s shining face,
Its countless joy or tender grace.
Nor would I feel love’s holy flame,
With beauty trembling at its name. :/
4. Had You not been Goodness divine,
The Source of all, forever mine,
With mysteries deep and wonders grand,
Who speaks and all obeys His hand,
/: You lifted me from shadow’s gloom
To realms of glory yet to bloom.
Jesus, what I am is through You
In this life and the next one too! :/
I: Original “Ce-ar fi făptura-mi fără Tine” de Nicolae Moldoveanu - Songs of Grace Vol 2.
Verses have been grammatically checked by an English speaker.