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Song of Praise
by Betty Baker Bailey Though nations ignore Him and judge as Him naught; He is the dear Savior whom my soul has bought. I lift up His name in a child's loving praise And bow down before Him in awe of His ways. Sing praise to the Father and praise to the Son. Forever I'll love them. My heart they have won. No matter how desp'rate or dark grows the day, I know that they hear me whenever I pray. Though strong men assail me and guardians flee, His Spirit confounds them when I bend my knee. While men count on their strength, it's His strength that counts From deepest of seas to the tops of the mounts. Let's praise Him and serve Him the best that we can. He's the only Master not mastered by man. In good times and bad times He's always the King. Let's lift up our voices His praises to sing. I can't count His blessings so many are they. He keeps me. He saves me. He shows me His way. How lost would I be were it not for His love? So great a Redeemer who came from above. My heart leaps to praise Him and joy it abounds. No master or savior from these earthly grounds. He came down from Heaven my ransom to give. No matter the crisis, my soul gets to live! So, praise to the Father and praise to the Son. Regardless, their mercies can not be undone. And joy fills my insides when on them I dwell. The one hope for mankind has long conquered Hell! When nations are failing and all appears lost, Remember to praise Him. Remember your cost. You were bought with the blood from His Holy side. So, praise Him and serve Him whatever betide. Sing praise to the Master. Sing praise to the Lord Lift up your voices in heavenly accord In praise to the Master and praise to the Son, Whatever the battle, 'tis already won. |