More Than the Hairs Upon My Head

  1. More than the hairs upon my head,
    The sinful ways in which I tread
    Yet still your mercy never fails;
    Your steadfast love, it still prevails.

  2. The piercing of your only Son,
    Who not one sin had ever done,
    Is life to me; the guilty free;
    The righteous stricken on that tree.

  3. I look to self and fain would weep
    At my disgrace; it runs so deep.
    I look to Christ and praise your name,
    For he has covered all my shame.