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Dust in the
East a thousand banners
Rising terror swept
In and every soldier
Froze
Standing a
Lone before the gathered
Nation words left my
Lips with nothing left but You
We have no
Strength against the tide that
Towers we cannot
See which way the morning goes
Our eyes are
Fixed on You and not the armies
Our voices
Lift though hands cannot hold the
Sword
You fight be
Fore the battle line is
Drawn You clear the
Field and fill our mouths with
Song
Valley be
Low where enemies were
Marching silence came
Down and something greater
Moved
Praises went
Out before the swords were
Lifted faith led the
Line where only God could go
Not by our
Hand nor by the force of
Armies but by Your
Breath the mountain walls came down
Our eyes are
Fixed on You and not the armies
Our voices
Lift though hands cannot hold the
Sword
You fight be
Fore the battle line is
Drawn You clear the
Field and fill our mouths with
Song
Where the foe
Fell a blessing filled the
Valley three days of
Gain from what had seemed like doom
Praise was the
Blade that broke the iron
Circle God turned the
Grief to Berachah's song
Our eyes are
Fixed on You and not the armies
Our voices
Lift though hands cannot hold the
Sword
What rose a
Gainst us You turned to
Our deliverance You filled our
Lives and blessed us with Your
Peace
God of the
Few and overwhelmed and
Weeping still every
War is resting in Your hand
