She will not be moved, she will not be moved
She has the One who loves her
The One risen
Who died on the cross for her
She will not rest for Zion's sake, until righteousness reigns
And when she heard that day she knew:
Sing, Zion!
Freedom came better than clay
Clay so hollow and deceitful
I will rise
out of this divine discontent
Our glory is the next life not this
Contend? But my life is only as a moth-eaten rag
compared to the glory and light of the King
coming to reign!
In the upcoming battle, I shall sing
And there will be rejoicing with the redeemed.
Open arms
I will rest until I see my bridegroom Jesus Christ eternally.
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