A bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and pow’r are great,
And armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not His equal.
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side,
The Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabbaoth, His name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph thro’ us:
The Prince of Darkness grim,
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Thro’ Him who with us sideth:
Let good and kindred go,
This mortal life also;
The body they may kill:
God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.
Sweetly singing o’er the plains:
And the mountains in reply,
Echoing their joyous strains.
Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heav’nly song?
Him whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee
Christ the Lord, the newborn King.
Whom the choirs of angels praise;
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
While our hearts in love we raise.
O Lord, forgive me;
And I have believed in a lie
That You were unable to help me.
Heal my heart and show Yourself strong;
And in my eyes and with my song
O Lord, be magnified
O Lord, be magnified.
You are highly exalted;
And there is nothing You can't do
O Lord, my eyes are on You.
Be magnified,
O Lord be magnified.
O Lord, forgive me;
And I have responded to them
Instead of Your light and Your mercy.
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God;
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
Praising my Saviour all the day long.
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long.
Visions of rapture burst on my sight;
Angels descending bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
I in my Saviour am happy and blessed;
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
He looks after
All the broken and bruised
All the lost and confused
And He calls us by name
And He washes away
All our sin
So we bow and surrender
To our Good Shepherd
We all fail to find
The joy that is found in Yeshua
But He will come after
To where you've wandered
For He'll call you back to Him
And give you peace
O He'll give you peace
Of those we love and knew
And our hearts may be broken
But He is still working
This life is a journey
In the midst of our hurting
He is giving us His love and His mercy
O He's giving us mercy
He tends to the weak
And He leaves the 99
To seek the one who's hard to find
He calls us His chosen
And He blesses the broken
By giving us His grace
Now we follow His ways