My life is hid with Christ in God I'm a friend of a King who reigns My life is His with Christ in God And I know no other name Born of the Spirit through grace The unmerited gift of life I'll raise my standard to fly in the Camp of the King of all kings. What can I give to You, what gift? What offering, what sacrifice? All that I have wouldn't pay for the life That was given to me. Heirs of a promise, of riches unsearchable Through His blood No eye has seen, no ear has heard, Nor has any mind ever conceived Clothed in His holiness, standing In righteousness at His throne. Where You have called us Your children, Who looked in Your face and believed.