There
is a strength that heaven gives
To
every person who appears Before the Lord who ever lives
To heal hearts and dry their tears.
There
is a course, God knows the length,
That
we are called each day to run. We daily go to God for strength;
Without His grace, we would have none.
There
is a valley filled with sorrow
Where
death’s dark shadow daily looms. Yet there is blessing we may borrow
In Baca’s valley filled with tombs.
For
Christ has entered Baca’s vale;
His
light has shined upon her shore! His grace and glory shall not fail
To conquer death forevermore!
Our
world here is thus extended
In
Baca’s valley of distress: So why has not her weeping ended,
Since Christ has come to save and bless?
Alas! So many have ignored
The
truth that calls for a decision: Unless they will receive the Lord,
There’s no escape from Baca’s prison!
Our
Lord has called us in this place,
As
long as we have any breath, To preach the Gospel of His grace
That saves a soul from sin and death.
We
follow Christ in this pursuit
Who
makes us fishers now of men. He calls us here to bear much fruit
And labor till He comes again.
O
Lord, we gladly follow You
To
fish for men, to feed Your sheep, And show the Gospel that is true
Where souls in Baca’s valley weep.
O
Lord, until we’re called to rest
By
shout above or through the grave, In Baca’s valley we’ll attest
That You alone can bless and save!
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