The Lord is my daily stronghold,
He keeps me warm when I am cold,
He’s more precious than money or gold,
So I’ll bless Him ‘till I grow old!
Lord, You really are the True Vine.
Grafted in You, I shall be fine.
And when I do something unkind,
Grab, and put me back in the line!
O, how I long to see my God!
For He took me out of the mud,
And my sins He remembered not,
He washed them away with His blood!
O, how sweet is His redemption!
His love is too much to mention.
When I sinned He gave correction,
Thus, He saved me from destruction!
Let all creations praise His name!
Since by His love for us He came,
Healing the blind, the deaf, the lame,
And at the cross He took the blame!
Let us respond to His calling,
Let us serve God ‘till His coming,
Open the door when He’s knocking,
And dine with Him – our Glorious King!