8.8.8.8.8.8.
Stand firm, fear not, our God shall save.
Our God shall fight, we need but wait.
Don’t fear the foe, the test, the grave.
Our strength is small, our God is great.
Praise to the LORD, his vict’ry won
Triumphant, shining like the sun.
The LORD, my strength, he is my song!
The one who saves, my mighty king.
The LORD is good, his arm is strong,
The one to whom alone we sing:
Praise to the LORD, his vict’ry won
Triumphant, shining like the sun.
The host of Pharaoh fought our God
We passed through seas unharmed and free
They drowned and perished in the flood
They vanished in the violent sea
Praise to the LORD, his vict’ry won
Triumphant, shining like the sun.
In steadfast love the LORD has led
His own redeemed o’er solid ground.
His foes are filled with fear and dread
His people safe and homeward bound.
Praise to the LORD, his vict’ry won
Triumphant, shining like the sun.
James W. Shrimpton (2025)
CCLI song ID: 7257152
Inspiration: Exodus 14-15.
Suggested Tunes: Melita