Our voices lift to God on high
The sound a mighty battle cry
To sovereign Lord of winning ways
For this, O Lord, we give you praise.
In form more precious than fine gem
You came to earth at Bethlehem
With healing in your wings ablaze
For this O Lord, we give you praise.
Thou God, a babe, laid meek and mild
Sweet Mary's promised Holy child
The remedy for man's malaise
For this O Lord, we give you praise.
You grew, were tempted, did not sin
Paid price to win back Adam's kin
True love you show, it does amaze
For this O Lord, we give you praise.
And with You, aye,we can be filled
Sealed by your Spirit, ever thrilled
Bright hope of heaven, ours always
For this, O Lord, we give you praise.