More beautiful than the stars in the sky,
more beautiful than a newborn's first cry,
more beautiful than rain on dry land,
more beautiful, Lord, is Your love for me.

More beautiful than the mountains on high,
more beautiful than dancing fireflies,
more beautiful than the rustling of leaves,
more beautiful, Lord, is Your love for me.

More beautiful are the hands and feet
that were crushed as they were nailed to a tree.
So beautiful was the blood that fell
from the brow of God's own Son.
So beautiful is the Lamb of God,
so beautiful is His love, His love for me.

More beautiful than the sunlight at dawn,
more beautiful than a rain forest song,
more beautiful than a crashing waterfall,
more beautiful, Lord, is Your love for me.

More beautiful than the faith of a child,
more beautiful than a horse running wild,

more beautiful than all this world could ever give,
more beautiful, Lord, is Your love for me.

More beautiful are the hands and feet
that were crushed as they were nailed to a tree.
So beautiful was the blood that fell
from the brow of God's own Son.
So beautiful is the Lamb of God.
So beautiful is His love, His love for me.

He endured the lash, He endured the pain,
as sinners like me mocked His name
and as He carried His cross up Calvary's Hill,
He proved His love for me.

More beautiful are the hands and feet
that were crushed as they were nailed to a tree.
So beautiful was the blood that fell
from the brow of God's own Son.
So beautiful is the Lamb of God.
So beautiful is His love, His love for me.