Falling underneath again,
Enchanted words of evil men,
Wills will bow and wills will bend,
Prayers against my will I send,
Falling where I cannot stand,
Descending into depths again,
Prayers into the breach I send,
Flesh grows thick, the blood flows thin,
Wills they bow, and wills they bend,
Falling underneath again.

Not by the power of man, but by the power of the living God: the power that preserves,
Beneath the hate, beneath deceit, I will rise...I will rise up.

Up.

On the precipice again,
Falling where I cannot stand,
Knees they bow, and knees they bend,
Falling underneath again.

Not by the power of man, but by the power of the living God: the power that forgives,
Beneath the weight, beneath defeat, you will rise...you will rise up.

In our final hour, you display your power.

Now through the death of the Son of God, and through the powerlessness of man,
Despite the world and its disbelief, he will rise...he will rise up.

He will rise,
He will rise,
He will rise,
He will rise.