Adonai When I survey all that you are Like those hands that pierced for me All the same that holds my heart And when I gaze into those loving eyes That saw the cross ahead and Yet saw me as the prize No wonder that there are many, That know this love that sing Holy, Holy Holy God Majesty There's nothing that seems to compare Oh, my heart can't help but sing Your Name, Adonai, donai, Adonai, donai, donai, donai, Adonai You see me just, just as I ought to be You fashioned me to be just like you Perfect and complete (complete) So I'll sing Adonai, donai Adonai, donai, donai, donai, Adonai Adonai, donai, Adonai, donai, donai, donai, Adonai