He laid me beside waters still
His mercy is without measure
Now my desire is to do His will
His grace is truly a treasure
Praise ye the name of the Lord
Praise His Holy name
For He is worthy to be adored
Not fortune, nor fame
When I was down
He was the one who kept me
Once lost now I'm found
Once blind now I see
He led me to a place of peace
Kept me out of harms way
The shackles of sin were released
He fights my battles everyday
So praise ye the name of the Lord
Praise His Holy name
For He is worthy to be adored
Not fortune, nor fame
Written by Ron Enoch
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