He spread His wings and caught me, He carried me on His pinions!

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Praise the Father, Praise the Son

O Sovereign God, O matchless King - the saints adore, the angels sing.
We fall before thy throne of grace.
To You belongs the HIGHEST PRAISE!
Our sufferings, and passing tides, under Your wings we will abide!

And every enemy shall flee!
You alone are clothed in Power and Grace!
We PRAISE Your name above all other names.
Thy great descent has made me whole!
You are our HOPE and VICTORY!

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