The Maker of the Universe, Lyrics. By Phil Keaggy

The maker of the universe,

as man for man was made a curse.

The claims of law which he had made,

unto the uttermost he had paid.

His holy fingers made the bow

that grew the thorns which crowned his brow.

The nails that pierced his hand were mined

in secret places he designed.

He made the forest whence it sprung

the tree on which his body hung.

He died upon a cross of wood

yet made the hill on which it stood.

The sky that darkened ore his head

by him above the earth was spread.

The sun that hid from him its face

be his decree was poised in space.

The spear which spilled his precious blood

was tempered in the fires of God.

The grave in which his form was laid

was human wrought his hands had made.

The throne on which he now appears

was his from everlasting years,

but a new glory crowns his brow

and every knee to him shall bow.

The maker of the universe

The maker of the universe

The maker of the universe


From the album Way Back Home by Phil Keaggy.

This is one of my favorite Easter songs.