| Let the Church be the Church
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| Let the people rejoice
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| For we’ve settled the question
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| We’ve made our choice
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| Let the anthems ring out, songs of victory swell
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| For the church triumphant, is alive and well
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| You know, this ship’s been through battles before
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| The storms and the tempests and all the rocks on the shore
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| Though the hull may be battered
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| Inside it’s safe and dry
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| It’s gonna carry its cargo to the port in the sky
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| God has always had a people. |
| Many a foolish conqueror has made the mistake of
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| thinking that because he had forced the church of Jesus Christ out of site,
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| he had stilled its voice and snuffed out its life, but God has always had a
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| people. |
| The powerful current of a rushing river is not diminished because it’s
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| forced to flow underground. |
| Now the purest water is the stream that burst
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| crystal clear into the sunlight after it has forced its way through solid rock.
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| There have been who like Simon The Magician sought to barter on the open
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| market that power which cannot be bought or sold, but God has always had a
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| people. |
| Men who could not be bought and women who were beyond purchase.
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| God has always had a people. |
| There have been times of affluence and prosperity
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| when the church’s message has been nearly deluded into oblivion by those who
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| sought to make it socially attractive, neatly organized, financially profitable,
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| but God has always had a people. |
| Yes it’s been gold platted, draped in purple
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| and encrusted with jewels. |
| It has been misrepresented, ridiculed,
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| lauded and scorned but God has always had a people. |
| And these followers of
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| Jesus Christ have been, according to the whim of the times, elevated sacred
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| leaders and modern heretics. |
| Yet through it all, their march is on that
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| powerful army of the meek. |
| God’s chosen people who cannot be bought, blabbered,
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| murdered or stilled. |
| On through the ages they march, the church!
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| God’s church triumphant!
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| Listen child of God, its alive. |
| Discouraged pastor, it’s his church and it’s
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| still alive. |
| Lonely missionary, sow that seed with confidence. |
| The church is
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| still alive. |
| Old saint, you’re not alone or forgotten. |
| The church is still
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| alive. |
| Its alive my broken-hearted friend, it’s still alive. |
| Busy mothers,
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| just keep trusting in Jesus, the church is alive. |
| You’re not alone out there,
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| just keep looking to Jesus. |
| The church is alive. |
| And faithful fathers,
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| there’s rest in the Lord. |
| God’s church is still alive. |
| So family of God lift
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| your hands, lift your hands and praise the Lord. |
| The church, God’s church
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| triumphant is alive, it’s alive my friends. |
| Alive and well |