Songs Of Victory

Unworthy

Unworthy am I

Of the grace that He gave,
Unworthy to hold to His hand;
Amazed that a King

Would reach down to a slave,
This love I cannot understand.
Chorus
Unworthy, unworthy, a beggar;
In bondage and alone;
But He made me worthy

And now by His grace,
His mercy has made me His own.
My sorrow and sickness

Laid stripes on His back,
My sins caused the blood

That was shed;
My faults and my failures

Have woven a crown
Of thorns, that He wore on His head.
Chorus
Unworthy, unworthy, a beggar;
In bondage and alone;
But He made me worthy

And now by His grace,
His mercy has made me His own.
Unworthy am I of the glory to come,
Unworthy with angels to sing;
I thrill just to know

That He loved me so much,
A pauper, I walk with the King
Chorus
Unworthy, unworthy, a beggar;
In bondage and alone;
But He made me worthy

And now by His grace,
His mercy has made me His own.