To him that is risen, in him I am forgiven

To him that wears the crown, where true love can be found

To him that is the Saviour, blesses us with favour

To him of mighty strength, to you I can repent

To him who can perform, miracles to forlorn

To him of sovereign worth, our ruler of the earth

To him that restores peace, where wonders never cease

To him the gates allow, where even angels bow

To him yet seated high, to which I can rely

To him of thirst relief, of faith with sure belief

To him of strength to seek, forgotten and the weak

To him our hearts be kept, without we are bereft

To him that we belong, a cleanser of the wrong

To him that holds the throne, my soul is not alone



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©