We gather to sing the Lord’s praise,
Acknowledging the grace
That never fails to lead us through
Even the darkest place.
Those who cry out to Him,
The light that never fails to shine
When all our hopes grow dim.
That we might be redeemed,
Then rose again to prove His might
Was greater than it seemed.
To Him before His throne,
And rejoice in the ceaseless love
He offers to His own.
Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of
grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies
never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
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