East To West en Wolves At The Gate

What is true joy or hope?
Where can it be found?
Is it a promise of golden streets?
Is it in escaping the fires of hell?
No. All things are worthless in view
Of the surpassing value of simply knowing God

And being known by him
Oh, that I may know him
To one day see the savior
Who purchased my life
By his very own blood
To see the king who suffered to die
For a sinner like me

On that day when I see my king
And death has lost its sting.
(Death has lost its sting.)
Until then I’m chasing after mysteries.
I’m chasing after mysteries.
(I’m chasing after you.)

Living, you loved me though I fought.
Dying, you saved me, my soul bought.
Buried, you carried my sins away.
You carried my sins far away.

Carried my sins.
Carried my sins far away.
As far as the east is stretched from the west.
Carried my sins far away.
From east to west.
Far away.
From east to west.
Far away.

Suffering, imagine I cannot.
Forgiving, all my sins you forgot.
Rising, you eased our dismay.
You eased me of all my dismay.
All my, all my, all my dismay.

On that day when I see my king
And death has lost its sting.
(Death has lost its sting.)
Until then I’m chasing after mysteries.
I’m chasing after mysteries.
(I’m chasing after you.)

Carried my sins.
Carried my sins far away.
As far as the east is stretched from the west.
Carried my sins far away.
From east to west.
Far away.
From east to west.
Far away.

I’m looking off into the distance
And though it may just be a shadow
I’m chasing after mysteries to find
The joy in knowing christ.

All things are worthless in view
Of the surpassing value of simply knowing God
And being known by him
Oh, that I may know him
To one day see the savior
Who purchased my life
By his very own blood
To see the king who suffered to die
For a sinner like me

On that day when I see my king clothed in all of his power.
And his love.
I will join the choirs to sing of his mercies and grace
With all of his beloved.
All of his beloved.
All of his beloved.
All of his beloved.