There is no higher pursuit

 on which to spend our days

Then falling in love with Truth

 and giving Him our constant praise 

Oh God of my youth!

Oh God of my old age!

You're the God I choose

for You are mighty to save!

Jesus,  Emmanuel,  El Shaddai!

 Draw me to Your bosom

 Raise me up on high

In my weakness 

show Yourself strong

Inhabit my chest

and right every wrong!

Make me Your holy habitation 

 that I may show Your face

to a wayward generation 

in every tribe and nation

For no one who meets You

will ever be the same

They'll either run from You or to

either way they'll be forever changed

I love You

in weakness it's true

but in my weakness 

Your strength shines through 

So this Day I will sing

My Saviour's victory song

For I am rejoicing 

that He forgets my wrongs!

My shame and nakedness are covered

as I put His robe of righteousness on!

- apostle Chris 

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