No finer hymn of praise can earth bestow
Than souls redeemed from shadows deep and dire,
Their voices lift where once they sank so low,
A living song to set the heart afire.
Through trials fierce, their spirits found release,
A grace unearned that broke the chains apart,
From silence born, their anthems never cease,
Each note a pulse of joy within the heart.
The world may sing with fleeting, shallow cheer,
But none can match this music’s holy strain,
A testament to mercy drawing near,
A melody forged strong through loss and pain.
So let the heavens hear their glad refrain,
For redeemed souls outshine the stars’ domain.

There is no finer hymn to raise,
A living song of joy supreme,
Than souls redeemed through darkened days,
Now shining bright in grace’s gleam

Through valleys deep where shadows cling and stay,
A mountain looms, its peak a daunting sight,
Its granite heart defies the sun’s warm rays,
A testament to nature’s boundless might.
Yet faith, a whisper-soft, begins to stir,
A seed of trust within the soul takes root,
It speaks to stone, unyielding as it were,
And bids the crags dissolve beneath its suit.
No hammer falls, no chisel carves the way,
But belief alone unwinds the ancient hold,
The ridge retreats, the summit fades to gray,
A miracle in quiet strength retold.
So faith, with gentle force, remakes the land,
And moves the world with an unseen hand.