We stand on the brink of the end
A familiar song coming from the horizon
The clouds part like the sea
This is the spark of eternity, eternity

I was born a slave
I've thirsted for You my whole life
You've changed not Thy ways
Changed not Thy cross

You've kept it firmly upon my shoulders
That You might hear me, that You might hear me
I will hold this to the grave, to the grave
Hold this to the grave, to the grave

Remove not Thy song that I might grow cold
And turn from Thee but hold me close, oh Lord
A hundred thousand lifetimes have come and gone
And a hundred thousand lives would be given
To stand where I stand

And the clouds of Heaven open and I hear
How great is our God, one familiar song
How great is our God and I hear one familiar song
How great is our God, hold me close, oh Lord

Leave me not, how great is our God
This last hour, how great is our God
This last hour, how great is our God
How great is our God, how great is our God
How great is our God, sing with me