When gem-bright words from God’s own mighty hand,
Fill heart and soul with gleams of sacred fire,
His smile, a grace no mortal can withstand,
Ignites our lives with heaven’s pure desire.
In Christ, our King, the risen prism glows,
A light that floods both inner depths and skies,
His beauty reigns where freedom’s river flows,
A triumph born where mortal shadow dies.
No dawn need wait, no dusk can dim His ray,
For He, our sunrise, evermore abides,
Before our hearts, in victory’s bright array,
The Lord of Lords in resplendence presides.
Through Him, our days with endless truth are spun,
Eternal grace, our never-setting Son.
Fill heart and soul with gleams of sacred fire,
His smile, a grace no mortal can withstand,
Ignites our lives with heaven’s pure desire.
In Christ, our King, the risen prism glows,
A light that floods both inner depths and skies,
His beauty reigns where freedom’s river flows,
A triumph born where mortal shadow dies.
No dawn need wait, no dusk can dim His ray,
For He, our sunrise, evermore abides,
Before our hearts, in victory’s bright array,
The Lord of Lords in resplendence presides.
Through Him, our days with endless truth are spun,
Eternal grace, our never-setting Son.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 