It's all about me

As far as some contemporary songs go, that is.

Here are the lyrics to a Hillsong piece inflicted on us at church last week:

Who am I that the highest King
Would welcome me?
I was lost but He brought me in
Oh His love for me
Oh His love for me

The whole think is like this and it steps over the line if grace, ambiguously, to my mind, suggesting our worth in the soteriological transaction! The music didn't help, being as soppy as wet bread.

The lyrics are self-indulgent, theological thin and solipsistic: but the church is a people, we are toghether. I'd have been much happier with 

Who are we that the highest King
Would welcome us?
We were lost but He brought us in
Oh His love for us
Oh His love for us

But no chance today.

Compare:

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well, with my soul

It is well
With my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul