When the morning comes on the farthest hill

I will sing his name I will praise him still

When dark trials come and my heart is filled

With the weight of doubt I will praise him still

For the lord our god he is strong to save

From the arms of death from the deepest grave

And he gave us life in his perfect will

And by his good grace I will praise him still

When the morning comes on the farthest hill

I will sing his name I will praise him still

When dark trials come and my heart is filled

With the weight of doubt I will praise him still

For the lord our god he is strong to save

From the arms of death from the deepest grave

For the lord our god he is strong to save

From the arms of death from the deepest grave

And he gave us life in his perfect will

And by his good grace I will praise him still

When the morning comes on the farthest hill

I will sing his name I will praise him still