Great is the Lord; He’s the mightiest warrior!
When people see this, they tremble with fear.
He to Himself draws the poor and the needy.
Wondrously safe, they rest peacefully here.
You’re our strong fortress, Lord,
And for the lowly a Friend.
Thanks that You still wage war,
Lord God in heav’n!
Those who are proud fill the ranks of the fallen.
Those who are full, He sends empty away.
God gives the hungry rich food in abundance,
And in His presence no greatness can stay.
God is not fooled by display or by grandeur;
He sees the mind that is faithful within.
David was small, and he entered the cov’nant.
Only the contrite and poor enter in.
You’re our strong fortress, Lord,
And for the lowly a Friend.
Thanks that You still wage war,
Lord God in heav’n!
God is so gracious, longsuff’ring, and loving,
Burning with zeal for the truth and for right!
Never He sleeps! No, our Lord never slumbers—
Battles and strives, never tires in the fight.
Serve the Lord God with the pound you’ve been given.
Be not deceived, but await your reward.
Jesus as “carpenter’s son” kept the cov’nant.
He fought and triumphed, so look to your Lord!
You’re our strong fortress, Lord,
And for the lowly a Friend.
Thanks that You still wage war,
Lord God in heav’n!
Lord, to be like You is all I desire—
To be a friend of the faithful, dear Lord.
Jesus, I’ll listen, with You right beside me,
Battle and fight till I meet my reward.
You’re our strong fortress, Lord,
And for the lowly a Friend.
Thanks that You still wage war,
Lord God in heav’n!