I Will Praise Him, Still - Fernando Ortega

When the morning falls

On the farthest hill

I will sing His name

I will praise Him still

When dark trials come

And my heart is filled

With the weight of doubt

I will praise Him still

For the Lord our God

He is strong to save

From the arms of death

From the deepest grave

And He gave us life

In His perfect will

And by His good grace

I will praise Him still

When the morning falls

On the farthest hill

I will sing His name

I will praise Him still

When dark trials come

And my heart is filled

With the weight of doubt

I will praise Him still

For the Lord our God

He is strong to save

From the arms of death

From the deepest grave

For the Lord our God

He is strong to save

From the arms of death

From the deepest grave

And He gave us life

In His perfect will

And by His good grace

I will praise Him still

When the morning falls

On the farthest hill

I will sing His name

I will praise Him still