He speaks, and the captive is free;
The lips of the dumb with rejoicing shall sing;
O speak, blessed Savior, to me!
There’s pow’r, mighty pow’r in His pardoning word;
He said, “Go, and sin now no more!”
How sweet was the hour when forgiveness I heard,
And Mercy had opened the door!
There’s pow’r, mighty pow’r in the word of the Lord,
And strength He will give, when we pray,
To follow His footsteps, His goodness record,
And walk in love’s beautiful way.
Chorus
O the pow’r, mighty pow’r,
In the word of my Savior and King!
O the pow’r, mighty pow’r!
For Jesus salvation shall bring.
E. E. Hewitt
All praise and thanks to God most High,
The God of pow’r, the God of love,
The God who doeth wondrously;
The God who from his throne above
The soul with richest solace fills;
The God who ev’ry sorrow stills:
All praise and thanks to him, our God.
The host of heaven thy praises tell;
All powers and thrones bow down to thee;
And all who in thy shadow dwell,
Alike in earth and air and sea,
Declare and laud their Maker’s might,
Whose wisdom orders all things right:
All praise and thanks to him, our God.
And for the creatures he has made
Our God will ceaselessly provide;
His grace will be their constant aid,
And guard them round on every side;
His kingdom we can surely trust;
There all is right, and all is just:
All praise and thanks to him, our God.
We sought him in our hour of need;
We cried, Lord God, now hear our prayer;
For death he gave us life indeed,
And hope and comfort for despair:
For this our thanks shall endless be;
With heart and voice we sing to thee;
All praise and thanks to thee, our God.
C. Winkworth
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