Praise Him Still

April 2013 320

 

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, to the deepest grave.

And He gave us life in His perfect will,

And by His good grace I will praise Him still.

Fernando Ortega