He chose me before the world was known.
He chose me to be His very own.
He made me, then let me choose my way.
I chose to move away.
He loved me when hope had tak-en wing.
He loved me when I lost ev'rything.
He bought me, redemp-tion's work was done
though Jesus Christ, His Son.
Who shall separate me from the love of God?
Shall dreams of tomorrow,
pain, or sorrow,
Can the need of food or earthly possessions,
the threat of war or man's op-pres-sion?
In all these things
vict'ry is our reward.
Vict'ry is our reward though Jesus Christ, our Lord.
Of this I am sure,
that neither death, nor life,
nor angels, nor principalities,
nor powers, nor things present,
nor things to come
Not height, nor depth,
nor any creature
Shall separate me from the love of God.
Through Jesus Christ, our Lord.
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