The Godhead

 
I sing, before the Lord, Most High;
The Father’s heart and palms, a-flame,
a coat of colors, hair, of white—
I sing, before the Lord, Most High.
Doves a-wing, their flight, is nigh,
The Book of Life, now bears my name;
I sing, before the Lord, Most High,
The Father’s heart and palms, a-flame.

I sing, before the Father’s Son,
a victor in a three-days’ grave;
the rider on the horse, has won,
I sing, before the Father’s Son.
In fields of blooms, my heart, he’s won
to Him, I’m wed; my hand, I gave.
I sing, before the Father’s Son,
a victor in a three-days’ grave.


I sing before the Spirit, God,
the Father, Son and Holy Ghost;
He’s guarded places, I have trod,
I sing before the Spirit, God.
He watched me plant a mustard pod,
and cast my soul, upon the host;
I sing before the Spirit, God,
the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.