The mighty thunder The fiercest wind Is but a whisper To you my king Yet You surround me With songs of love I'm in wonder of you, Lord Through infinitely bigger You're intimately present No eye has seen No mind conceive How deep, how wide The love of Christ No greater endeavour No earthy wealth Can match Your splendour You're above all else Yet You surrendered heaven's throne For sons and daughters to come home Tag No eye has seen No mind conceive How deep, how wide The love of Christ Who can compare There's nobody like you Who can compare To your matchless love If I hide from your presence Still you find me here