Revival
There is a revival in this land
Sprouting forth children of Abraham
Numerous as the grains of sand;
The world with its lusts has lost its taste
Families living for glory rather then the base
New and old songs sung of God’s sweet grace;
Every morning and night, talk of faith alone
All ages pray with thanksgiving of being atoned
And all classes are together sown;
God’s name and renown are held dear
With trust in His sovereignty there is no fear
When mocked and ostracized, they joyfully cheer.
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