Seasons

To those that wait, upon the lord
Upon weary waters we cast about the sea
Look to the dawn, and see the Sun
Cling to this anchor, the promise of yet to come
No dark shall avail my praise
No dark shall avail his name

To those that mourn, inherit joy
We ascend with dancing as once returned to youth
Instead of thorns, comes the days once lost
A drenching harvest decked in showers of spring
No dark shall avail my praise
No dark shall avail his name

Holy is the lord God almighty
Who reigns in love everlasting
And on this hope my strength remains
And I will sing until the end

To him that comes, upon the clouds
With truth and justice no sin nor chain withstand
Our comforter and saving grace
Our victorious savior stands above the grave
No dark shall avail my praise
No dark shall avail his name

And for those that wait, until that day
Through every season we seek his shining face
Our hearts remain on him our stead
With precious Jesus we rise up from dead
No dark shall avail my praise
No dark shall avail his name

And on this hope my strength remains
And I will sing until the end
And on this hope my strength remains
And I will sing until the very end