They set fire to the churches

They curse every righteous thing

With hatchets and hammers

They come to destroy and call it grace

In all their endeavors

They ever seem to increase

Like serpents and vipers

They strike at the earth with violent deceit

Hide not Your right hand

Reach out and take hold of the nations

Let Your judgment stand

My God King of old

Working salvation upon all the earth

Make creation whole

Let me remember

When I had a brutish heart

Embittered and ignorant

Overflowing with follies in the dark

But You took hold of my hand

And breathed life back into my lungs

From nothing that I’ve done

You made these dry bones dance beneath the sun

Creation folds to Your will

You can break You can bend You can crush or You mend

But the end is decided

All men will call You king

Whether flesh or of stone every heart it will flow to the purpose of Your hand