Gone from wrecked to ruin

You lead me up High Rock Mountain

Your starry cope surrounds me

Rushing wind words blowing

A taste of Eden's orchard

And so began the wooing

And it's just me here so defeated

And You the lifter of my head

You fed me from Your table

Nothing in this world compares

To Your love to Your love

Nothing in this world compares

To Your love to Your love

You came down and took the sadness

Bought me with a thousand lashes

And set me in the blueberries

And if I was the only one

The only one who did You wrong

You still would take my plea

You would not forget me

Calling each conqueror

To a banquet of Your favor