[D]On the road to Damascus I was h[G]ung on the ropes of succ[D]ess
When Y[A]ou stripped away the m[Bm]ask of life
They had pl[G]aced upon the face of d[Asus]eath[A]
And I w[Bm]anna thank You Lord
More than [F#m]all of my words can s[G]ay (I give my l[Bb]ife)
I give my l[D]ife[/C#] [/B] to [/A]sing Your p[G]raise[Asus][A]
And all those fortunes I hoarded
They were the well from which my poverty sprang
Oh they led me to no greater glory and they left me with no less shame
CHORUS
[Bb2]I say I wanna give You glory Lord [D]and I do
[Bb2]But everything that I could ever find to [Bm7/E]offer comes from Y[A]ou
[Bm]But if my d[G]arkness can praise Your l[Bm]ight, You give me [Gmaj7]breath
And I'll give my l[D]ife[/C#] [/B] to [/A]sing Your p[G]raise[Asus][A]
On the road to Damascus
I was hung on the ropes of success
When You stripped away the mask of life
They had placed upon the face of death
And I w[Bm]anna thank You Lord
More than [F#m]all of my words can s[G]ay (I give my l[Bb]ife)
I give my l[D]ife[/C#] [/B] to [/A]sing Your p[G]raise (and beyond [G/A]this I would not b[D]eg)
[/C#]For anyt[/B]hing ex[/A]cept of g[G]race (to give my [G/A]life to sing Your pr[D]aise)
[/C#]And beyond t[/B]his I w[/A]ould not b[G]eg (for anyt[G/A]hing except of gr[D]ace)
To [/C#]give my l[/B]ife to s[/A]ing Your pr[G]aise (and beyond [G/A]this I would not b[D]eg)
For anything except of grace (to give my life to sing Your praise)
And beyond this I would not beg (for anything except of grace)
To [/C#]give my l[/B]ife, I g[/A]ive my l[G]ife[Em7/A]
I give my l[D]ife to [/C#]sing Your pr[/B]aise[/A][G][Asus][A][D]
Words and music by Rich Mullins and Beaker
1995 Edward Grant / Kid Brothers of St. Frank Publishing (ASCAP)
When Y[A]ou stripped away the m[Bm]ask of life
They had pl[G]aced upon the face of d[Asus]eath[A]
And I w[Bm]anna thank You Lord
More than [F#m]all of my words can s[G]ay (I give my l[Bb]ife)
I give my l[D]ife[/C#] [/B] to [/A]sing Your p[G]raise[Asus][A]
And all those fortunes I hoarded
They were the well from which my poverty sprang
Oh they led me to no greater glory and they left me with no less shame
CHORUS
[Bb2]I say I wanna give You glory Lord [D]and I do
[Bb2]But everything that I could ever find to [Bm7/E]offer comes from Y[A]ou
[Bm]But if my d[G]arkness can praise Your l[Bm]ight, You give me [Gmaj7]breath
And I'll give my l[D]ife[/C#] [/B] to [/A]sing Your p[G]raise[Asus][A]
On the road to Damascus
I was hung on the ropes of success
When You stripped away the mask of life
They had placed upon the face of death
And I w[Bm]anna thank You Lord
More than [F#m]all of my words can s[G]ay (I give my l[Bb]ife)
I give my l[D]ife[/C#] [/B] to [/A]sing Your p[G]raise (and beyond [G/A]this I would not b[D]eg)
[/C#]For anyt[/B]hing ex[/A]cept of g[G]race (to give my [G/A]life to sing Your pr[D]aise)
[/C#]And beyond t[/B]his I w[/A]ould not b[G]eg (for anyt[G/A]hing except of gr[D]ace)
To [/C#]give my l[/B]ife to s[/A]ing Your pr[G]aise (and beyond [G/A]this I would not b[D]eg)
For anything except of grace (to give my life to sing Your praise)
And beyond this I would not beg (for anything except of grace)
To [/C#]give my l[/B]ife, I g[/A]ive my l[G]ife[Em7/A]
I give my l[D]ife to [/C#]sing Your pr[/B]aise[/A][G][Asus][A][D]
Words and music by Rich Mullins and Beaker
1995 Edward Grant / Kid Brothers of St. Frank Publishing (ASCAP)
