Who but God Songtext
von Wes King

Who but God would send his Son
To condescend and make himself the likes of a mere mortal man
Who but God would not regard
Equality with God a precious thing not to be held on to

Who but God
Who but God
Who but God

Only God would would condescend for us
And choose the weakness of the cross
Wept the tears that conquered sin
That we might laugh with him

Who but He who knew no sin
Would make Himself the very thing He knew He could not look upon
Endure the cross and scorn and shame
And choose the very weak things of this world to overcome the strong


Who but God
Who but God
Who but God

Only God would send us His only Son
Obedient to death our Spotless One
Servant, Savior, so lowly now
Soon every knee shall bow

Who but God would send his Son
To condescend and make himself the likes of a mere mortal man

Who but God
Who but God
Who but God

Who but God
Who but God
Who but God

Who but God
Who but God
Who but God