| There’s a rock that doesn’t move,
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| It hasn’t moved, it will never move,
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| Even though the waves come crashing down.
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| There’s a tower on a hill, its always strong,
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| It will never shake,
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| It was standing there before the world began.
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| There’s a wave that’s coming in,
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| Washing over this town, it will make or break us, reinvent us,
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| It’s time to lay me down.
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| On Christ the solid rock we will stand,
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| All other ground is sinking sand.
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| On Christ the solid rock we will stand,
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| We’ll climb on your back, take us to higher ground.
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| There’s a song that doesn’t fade,
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| It never fades it was custom made,
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| To raise the sons and daughters of this earth.
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| There’s a sound that’s coming in,
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| Rushing over this town, it will make or break us, reinvent us; |
| it’s time to lay
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| me down.
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| My hope is built on nothing less,
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| Than Jesus blood and righteousness.
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| I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
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| But wholly lean on Jesus name.
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| When darkness seems to veil his face,
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| I rest on his unchanging grace.
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| In every high and stormy gale,
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| My anchor holds within the veil.
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| His oath his covenant and blood,
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| Support me in the whelming flood.
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| When all around my soul gives way,
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| He then is all my hope and stay.
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| When the last trumpets voice shall sound,
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| O then I may in him be found,
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| Clothed in his righteousness alone,
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| Faultless to stand before his throne. |