When you're dull from all that glitters,
When your thoughts have a hollow ring,
When you can't escape from the feeling
You're getting it wrong
All your foolproof plans seem foolish,
All your status is status quo,
All you really need to know
Is where you belong.

Turn your eyes upon Jesus.
Look full in His wonderful face.
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace.

I was used to the cold for so long
That I couldn't feel anything.
And I shivered and stared like a beggar
Who won't lift his hands.
I was numb until He touched me.
I as deaf until He heard.
I was senseless 'til I met the One who understands.

Turn your eyes upon Jesus.
Look full in His wonderful face.
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace.

Turn your eyes, turn your eyes, turn your eyes.

And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace.

By Steve Taylor, Helen H. Lemmel