In the brightest dayIn the darkest nightYou’ll always be thereAnd be our Light.From the birth of manTo death of allWe will be readyWhen we hear Your call.If I die by sicknessOr by a swordI’ll be glad you made meThank You, Lord.
In the brightest dayIn the darkest nightYou’ll always be thereAnd be our Light.From the birth of manTo death of allWe will be readyWhen we hear Your call.If I die by sicknessOr by a swordI’ll be glad you made meThank You, Lord.