The Lord’s power seems to be
Far removed from you and me.
Sitting high upon his throne,
Might and justice are his own.
We must then before him fall
If “our Lord” we wish to call.
But he’s not a distant God
From his creatures that are flawed.
He speaks loving words to man,
Leading us by holy plan,
Keeping us from sinful path,
Guarding from eternal wrath.
Mercy, justice hand in hand
As he walked upon this land.
Raising dead men from the grave
From sin’s penalty to save.
Living voice to you I sing,
Raised to you, my God, my King.
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