Praise be to the Lord, my Rock,
Who breaks the chains and the iron lock.
He trains my hands for the coming fight,
He guides my fingers through the darkest night.

Before the shadows attempt to rise,
I fix my focus on a higher prize.

In the thick of the battle, in the heat of the war,
I am standing on the promise that went before.
My hands are steady, my spirit is bold,
To the ancient truth that our fathers told.

You teach the warrior how to stand,
With the sword of truth in a fragile hand.

Out of the trenches, out of the deep,
You wake the soul from a compromise sleep.
The line is drawn, the standard is raised,
Let the name of the Rock be forever praised

He is my fortress! He is my shield!
The lovingkindness where my heart is healed!
My high tower on the battleground,
The sweet deliverer where my soul is found!

My shield, my shelter, the King of kings,
I take my refuge underneath Your wings.

He subdues the nations under my feet,
Turning the bitter into something sweet.
What is man that You look his way?
A passing breath in the heat of the day.

Yet You bow the heavens and You touch the hills,
With a holy power that the chaos stills.

Out of the trenches, out of the deep,
You wake the soul from a compromise sleep.
The line is drawn, the standard is raised,
Let the name of the Rock be forever praised

He is my fortress! He is my shield!
The lovingkindness where my heart is healed!
My high tower on the battleground,
The sweet deliverer where my soul is found!

My shield, my shelter, the King of kings,
I take my refuge underneath Your wings.

Blessed be the Lord, my Rock!
He trains my hands for war
Blessed be the Lord, my Rock!
My fingers for the battle

He is my fortress! He is my shield!
The lovingkindness where my heart is healed!
My high tower on the battleground,
The sweet deliverer where my soul is found!

My shield, my shelter, the King of kings,
I take my refuge underneath Your wings.