Ancient of days

Following in the footsteps of my father
I see life's light in the brightest morning star
I will walk hand in hand with my brother
Though I wander sometimes
I can never journey far
From the hands, hands of love
They descend as a dove in the morning
You're filling me up as I cry,
"Papa, please come my way!"

I Rejoice, for who can separate us,
Jehovah my God, sweet as morning rain?
I will praise the Holy One of Israel.
He's ransomed my soul
and hidden my shame.
I Rejoice, for who can separate us,
Jehovah my God, sweet as morning rain?
I will praise the Holy One of Israel.
He's ransomed my soul
and taken my blame.

... Hands, hands of love
They descend as a dove in the morning
You're filling me up as I cry,
"Papa, please come my way!"

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, to the ancient of days