Tall He Stands

Though our knees are broken When we pray to thee Though we are mocked When we ask Him to set us free We shall despair not For glory and honour we are prone. We nay have suffered Blood we may shade Rebuke our daily bread In this foreign lands Yet tall He stands Mercies He will give us Sorrows shall come to pass For in His formidable face We are the chosen race In joy we shall rejoice. Our blushes of shame God will turn them Never shall we be to blame Let's avoid this earthly pleasures In heaven we have our treasures And double shall be the measure In faith we remain still We overcome the thrill Before him we bow The end shall glow As his promises flow. We may fall Broken as the ancient walls Soaked in tears Foretelling our fears We shall whisper in His ears To us he will remain dear. We commit our afflictions to the Messiah As foretold in the book of Isaiah Double shall be our compensation Eager, we shall wait for this heavenly portion.