Because it's Wednesday
Because it's snowing
Because I cried over spilt milk...literally
Because there's still seventeen days until Easter
Because for all the grey there's still a lot of life-blooming
I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His wondrous love to me;
On the cruel cross He suffered,
From the curse to set me free
Sing, oh, sing of my Redeemer,
With His blood He purchased me,
On the cross He sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt, and made me free.
I will tell the wondrous story,
How my lost estate to save,
In His boundless love and mercy,
He the ransom freely gave.
I will praise my dear Redeemer,
His triumphant pow'r I'll tell,
How the victory He giveth
Over sin, and death and Hell.
I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His heav'nly love to me;
He from death to life hate brought me,
Son of God with Him to be.