Thank you Lord for saving my yesterday,

and for saving my today if I make it to tomorrow,

but if I fall on the battle field today

who will offer You my thanks when the sun rises tomorrow



All I have been constructed into

is like a seeing a building being built

while some of the stones were crumbling,

You are the Mighty Creator, moving towards completion



All the earth declares Your marvelous wonder,

and so oh Lord how can You be mindful of a small voice

that professes in it's own language, it's own weary gladness,

again, make the singer's song sweet to his own ears



Mighty Lord Your majesty contains all things,

and so the honorable sons of God declare

that all the earth should exalt the name of the Lord,

thanking Him with singing and dancing because they too are the blessed property of a Holy King



Let not my thanks fall into the abyss of woe,

Let not those who stand against Your Glory see me silent,

Let not the earth be scorched any longer,

but let your people honor You, carry those who thank You to your Holy Mountain Top Kingdom