then he washed my feet, yes he washed my feet.
Jesus took a basin and he knelt himself down
and he washed, yes he washed my feet
The heavens are the Lord's, and the earth is his,
The clouds are his chariot, glory his cloak;
He made the mountains, set the limits of the sea;
And he stooped and washed my feet.
The hour had come, the Pasch was near;
Jesus loved his own, loved them to the end.
O Lord, let me see, let me understand
Why you stopped and washed my feet.
Jesus came to Peter; Peter said to him,
"Do you wash my feet? Lord, do you wash my feet?"
Jesus knelt down, but Peter cried out,
"Lord, you'll never wash my feet!"
Jesus said to Peter, "Don't you understand?
If you want to be mine, I must wash your feet."
"Then not just my feet, but my head and my hands!
O Lord, I want to be yours!"
He is King of kings and Lord of lords
Who dwells in the light inaccessible;
No man has seen him where he's throned on high,
Yet he stooped and he washed my feet.
"Do you know, little children, what I've done for you?
You call me Master, and you call me Lord.
If I am your Master, and if I am your Lord,
Then, what I've done, you must do."
Now friends, let's be glad, let our joy be full.
For God is love, and he abides in us.
He washed our feet, he washes them still
When we do what he once did.
Who is like you, Lord, now enthroned on high,
Where you look upon the heavens and the earth below?
Before your face the earth trembles and quakes,
Yet you stoop to wash my feet!