All My Days

What a welcome
For the king
A bed of straw
And sheep bleating
But that’s the way God sent his Son to save us 

Where shepherds lay
Their helpless lambs
In stables outside
Bethlehem
Well, that’s the place God sent his Son to save us 

Hosanna we sing
Hosanna to the King of Kings

Glory we can’t
Comprehend
He laid aside
The curse to end
Yes, that’s the way God sent his Son to save us

No golden scepter
Would he wield
But to the biting scourge
Would yield
Yes, that’s the way God sent his Son to save us

Hosanna we sing
Hosanna to the King of Kings

So, all my life
I’ll praise his name
Forevermore 
Declare his fame
Since that’s the way God sent his Son to save us

And to his cause 
Of love I’ll give
My life, my all
For him I’ll live
All my days! 
Since that’s the way God sent his Son to save us
All my days! 
Since that’s the way God sent his Son to save us

Hosanna we sing
Hosanna to the King of Kings

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