By His Good Grace

When the morning falls on the farthest hill

I will sing His Name,

I will praise Him still

When dark trials come

and my heart is filled

with the weight of doubt

I will praise Him still



For the Lord our God

He is strong to save

From the arms of death ,

from the deepest grave

And He gave us life in His perfect will

and by His good grace I will praise Him still.

Fernando Ortega, "Still"