No sparrow falls from heaven outside Your sight or care
How much more my worth than they You said
You have promised we'll know suffering, but no fear, You've overcome
That for those very wounds Your own have bled
And though my heart is grieved by the grip of sin and death
My assurance now is this, and in this I find my rest
That every cup of suffering passes through my Father's hands
Ordained by grace much deeper than any costless hope could grant
My own hands now rest open in the promise of Your reign
That to live is Christ on earth and to die shall be my gain
I've known You in the silence, and when the roar is deafening
You've sought me in the dark and when I've fled
A faithfulness so fierce amidst all torrent and all scourge
A love that knows no bounds, not even death
Your image formed in me through each scar I bear like You
That every cup of suffering passes through my Father's hands
Ordained by grace much deeper than any costless hope could grant
My own hands now rest open in the promise of Your reign
That to live is Christ on earth and to die shall be my gain
Though my will desires safety
Though my heart despises loss
My God stays me with peace eclipsing
Every thorn and any cross
Though my will desires safety
Though my heart despises loss
My God stays me with peace eclipsing
Every thorn and any cross
Though my will desires safety
Though my heart despises loss
My God stays me with peace eclipsing
Every thorn and any cross
My hope in One alone who has gone before in love
I know it in my bones, by the promise of Your blood
That this blessed cup of suffering went through the nail-pierced hands of Christ
Every wound He bore obediently repurposed each of mine
My battered hands an altar on which His sacrifice now lays
Every ounce of His affliction the substance by which I'm remade