Beneath my hands the pages sing,
A holy light breaks through the morn,
The words of God like thunder ring,
A victor’s soul in me is born.

Through shadowed vales I walked in chains,
My heart was bound by doubt and fear,
But grace poured down in golden rains,
And freedom’s song drew ever near.

Upon the mount I leap and stride,
A deer set loose by heaven’s might,
The sword of truth cuts deep inside,
And bids me dwell in endless light.

No storm can bend, no fear can hold,
The spirit called by sacred flame,
In faith I rise, both strong and bold,
To sing forever of His name.