Stuart Townend - With His Hands Lyrics

With His hands He made me,
Breathed His life within me.
With His heart He loved me
Yet I turned away.
In His love He sought me,
Came to earth to save me;
Punished my rebellion
With His Sacrifice.

I'll come to the Giver of life,
I'll drink from His well of delights;
I'll yield to His tender embrace,
I'll be to Him an offering of praise.

Here I stand before You
Needing Your forgiveness,
Thirsting for Your Spirit;
Longing for Your touch.
Let the flame within me
Grow into a fire,
Banish all my darkness
With your piercing light.

I'll rest in the shade of his Wings,
I'll feast on the pleasure He brings;
I'll seek him for all of my days,
I'll be to Him an offering of praise.