“What is true joy or hope? Where can it be found? Is it a promise of golden streets? Is it in escaping the fires of hell? No. All things are worthless in view of the surpassing value of simply knowing God and being known by Him. Oh, that I may know Him! To one day see the Savior who purchased my life by His very own blood, to see the King who suffered to die for a sinner like me…”

On that day when I see my king
And death has lost its sting
(Death has lost its sting.)
Until then I’m chasing after mysteries
I’m chasing after mysteries
(I’m chasing after You.)

Living, You loved me though I fought
Dying, You saved me, My soul bought
Buried, You carried my sins away
You carried my sins far away

Carried my sins
Carried my sins far away
As far as the east is stretched from the west
Carried my sins far away
From east to west
Far away
From east to west
Far away

Suffering, imagine I cannot
Forgiving, all my sins You forgot
Rising, you eased our dismay
You eased me of all my dismay
All my, all my, all my dismay