You are the defender of the weak You are near those in need You are a peace to those who grieve My God you are so many things
You are my refuge and strength You are my hiding place You hear my voice when I call Before I say anything at all In desperate need I cry Only to realize The hand that heals the sick Has my name written on it
You are the forgiver of my past You are the pure and spotless lamb You are the balm that heals the wounds I have My God You are so many things