I have heard you Oh Lord,
and the choice that you offered
between blessing and curse
for blessed are the ones who remain in You.
Lord stretch out Your hand,
and lay Caanan before me.
Ability is not what I have,
just Your tender mercies,
and Grace that falls like rain.
We will hold with our hands,
we will tie to our heads.
We will sing to our children
the things we have read.
We will hail when we lie down,
and rise from our beds.
For as long as skies remain,
our king will reign.
I come to the garden alone,
while the dew is still on the roses,
and the voice that I hear,
the Son of God discloses.
‘Twas the same voice that led me from bonds,
and frees all who follow from toil.
I’ve followed that sound through the wilderness,
it has led me to beautiful shores.
We will hold with our hands,
we will tie to our heads.
We will sing to our children
the things we have read.
We will hail when we lie down,
and rise from our beds.
For as long as skies remain,
our king will reign.
I will sing of mercy,
love has proved me wrong,
there is still hope!
We will hold with our hands,
we will tie to our heads.
We will sing to our children
the things we have read.
We will hail when we lie down,
and rise from our beds.
For as long as skies remain,
our king will reign.
