As I look into the stars
Pondering how far away they are
How You hold them in Your hands
And still You know this man
You know my inner most being, oh
Even better than I know, than I know myselfWhat a beautiful God
What a beautiful GodAnd what am I
That I might be called Your child
What am I, what am I
That You might know me, my King
What am I, what am I, what am IAs I look off into the distance
Watching the sun roll on by
Beautiful colors all around me, oh
Painted all over the sky
And the same hands that created all of this
They created you and IWhat a beautiful God
What a beautiful GodAnd what am I
That I might be called Your child
What am I, what am I
That You might know me, my King
What am I, jus' what am I, IThat You might die, that I might live
Jus' what am I, what am I
What am I, I, I, what am IWhat am I, what am I
What am I, what am I
What am I