Words: Dan Kreider

Music: Dan Kreider

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VERSE 1:
Come, every nation,
hear the declaration:
rich and the poor, the lofty and the low:
wisdom is calling
songs from heaven falling;
riddles of riches, parables of woe.

CHORUS:
But God is my ransom;
God will deliver,
lift my soul to glory.

VERSE 2:
When sorrows found me,
enemies around me,
no terror took me for their wicked ways.
Riches You gave them—
riches will not save them;
their end will come, their home is in the grave.

CHORUS:
But God is my ransom;
God will deliver,
lift my soul to glory.

VERSE 3:
Wise and the foolish,
all the living perish;
their line will fail, their glory turn to dust.
This is the ending
of the condescending,
death for the proud who in their glory trust.

CHORUS:
But God is my ransom;
God will deliver,
lift my soul to glory.

VERSE 4:
Do not be shaken
when your wealth is taken;
soon, empty-handed, all will meet their end.
Man’s praises faded,
plans will be frustrated;
down to the dust we shall return again.

CHORUS:
But God is my ransom;
God will deliver,
lift my soul to glory.
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