Sing praises unto my Lord
Who clothes the lilies of the field
And for Jesus who died for our accord
For He is God of Heaven and Earth
By Him all things are made possible
He is the Light in the darkness of night
He is the sword that I wield in unconquerable might
My Lord, my Lord, For thee I suffer death
Because you have promised life
I shall never turn my back from thee
Set, therefore, my wicked heart free
Sing praises unto my Lord
Who raised up the mountains from naught
And for Jesus the Savior; his works carefully wrought
Salvation for us all, by His own word
Life and death became yet blurred