19th January 2018
I lift my voice in praise,
To my beautiful Lord and Saviour.
Who is like the Lord,
slow to anger and abounding in lovingkindness and compassion?
King of Kings, I bow down before Him.
The earth is His and all it contains,
The earth is His footstool, the heavens His cloak.
O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem,
Holy and Sacred hill,
Israel, the Lord’s own children,
Lift your eyes and you will see,
The coming of your King.
Watchmen call from the Watchtower,
The nations are preparing for battle,
The hoards from the North,
And from the ends of the earth.
Do not be afraid children,
Call out to your Father,
For He will come,
Riding the heavens.
A great shaking before that day,
But in an instant you will see Him,
And in that day you will know Him,
The one you rejected,
Will be your Saviour.
Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord God Almighty,
Praise Him all you people,
Lift up your voice in praise and thanksgiving,
For there is none like the Lord God,
Who is from everlasting to everlasting,
Who knows the beginning from the end,
Who is the Alpha and Omega,