Pleasures of the King Steve Green

To raise majestic mountains
To cause the sea to roar
To brush a crimson setting sun
To make the eagle soar
To bring the newborn cry of life
The hope of every spring
These treasures are the pleasures of the King

To see His people flourish
To live in light of day
To watch His children grow to know
The wonders of His way
To feel the joys of ransomed hearts
And all His mercies bring
These treasures are the pleasures of the King
These treasures are the pleasures of the King

To heal a broken body
To mend a broken heart
To knit together healthy homes
That once lay torn apart
To glory in the praises that
His grateful children sing
These treasures are the pleasures of the King

But of all His regal pleasures
One does stand above the rest
The Son He gave to serve and save
In perfect holiness