Our Father, He lifts from the ashes He raises the poor and the lost He seats them to dine at his table To feast without money or cost The lonely he settles in families The barren, a mother he makes O happy the heart of the stranger Who's welcomed by this King of Grace Who is like the LORD our God? Who with glory fills the sky? But humbles himself with the broken to dwell Who is like our God? Though equal to God in His glory Christ Jesus became like a slave He humbled himself in obedience To Death, and the Cross, and the Grave Victorious, he rose to the highest In glory, the Savior was raised His name above all names exalted The heavens and earth sing His praise Who is like the LORD our God? Who with glory fills the sky? But humbles himself with the broken to dwell Who is like our God? O Saints, fix your eyes on the Savior And count all your righteousness lost Be found in his love and his favor And share in his death on the cross That all of his power in victory Imparted to you, may abound And sharing the suff'rings of Jesus You share in his glory and crown Who is like the LORD our God? Who with glory fills the sky? But humbles himself with the broken to dwell Who is like our God? Who is like the LORD our God? Who with glory fills the sky? But humbles himself with the broken to dwell Who is like our God?