This song has been going round and round in my head for the last couple days. I grew up listening to it, but it still has the power to move me to tears.
The Maker of the UniverseThe Maker of the universe,As Man for man was made a curse.The claims of Law which He had made,Unto the uttermost He paid.His holy fingers made the bough,Which grew the thorns that crowned His brow.The nails that pierced His hands were minedIn secret places He designed.He made the forest whence there sprungThe tree on which His body hung.He died upon a cross of wood,Yet made the hill on which it stood.The sky that darkened o’er His head,By Him above the earth was spread.The sun that hid from Him it’s faceBy His decree was poised in space.The spear which spilled His precious bloodWas tempered in the fires of God.The grave in which His form was laidWas hewn in rocks His hands had made.The throne on which He now appearsWas His for everlasting years.But a new glory crowns His browAnd every knee to Him shall bow.
Lyrics by F.W. Pitt
Music by Phil Keaggy
You can listen to it here.