Am
The light hits my eyes in the first of the morning
F
I take in this spectrum of wonder
Am
Of how unlovely things can be balanced
F
And yet shadow me with despair
Dm
But it washes away when You
Am
Come out
F
I see just how beautiful You are when You
C
Come out
F
The night seems disappear in You
Am
I study the surface of this visage You've given
F
It speaks nothing of the things hidden
Am
Buried beneath what needs improving
F
Lies an outcast unworthy of touching
Dm
But it washes away when You
Dm
How could something so utterly unspeakable
C
Be found in this
F Dm
The ugliness of the horror of Your cross
Dm
It washes away when You