The Simple Man
Oh, let me walk with the simple man,
I want no fortune or fame,
No power, prestige or honor,
For I know from whence I came.
Bestow no glory upon me, my friend,
No praise or adoration,
For not one thing could I ever do
To earn such salutation;
But there's One who came so long ago
To bear our sin and shame-
He and He alone is worthy
Of such honor to His Name.
My hands I raise in joyful praise
Singing Glory to my King,
And my knees I bow in worship
As to His cross I cling.
Should e'er I attain some great work
I'd count it all but loss;
Just let me walk with the simple man
And remain at the foot of the cross.
"But what things were gain to me, those I counted loss for Christ."
"...I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge
of Christ Jesus my Lord..."