Your love, oh Lord, to me is paramount,
steadfast and true, on this I can rely,
love to the epitome will surmount
extends to this weak soul from Thou on high.
To me and those who love You, now reveal
the fruition of Your promises to man.
Heavens choirs sing and all of faith shall kneel;
Your Word contains, indelible, Your plan.
Faithfulness, while not for the half-hearted,
reaches human hearts who thus confess,
right to the point where good and evil parted,
to heal the ones who languish and to bless.
The past is gone, forgotten, I am free.
Clouds which rose with my Lord Jesus, now take me.
Song Lyrics by Don Moen
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