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 onto
Who but God
Who but God
Who but God
Only God would condescend for us
And choose the weakness of the cross
Who 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 it's 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, 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
Who But God was written by Wes King & Phil Naish & Michael Card.
Who But God was produced by Wayne Kirkpatrick.