When the morning falls
On the farthest hill
I will sing his name,
I will praise him, still.
When dark trials come
And my heart is filled
With the weight of doubt,
I will praise him, still.
For the Lord, our God,
He is strong to save
From the arms of death,
From the deepest grave,
And he gave us life
In his perfect will,
And by his good grace
I will praise him, still.
