The
promises of the Lord are promises that are pure, Like silver refined in a furnace
seven times.
The promises of the Lord are promises that are pure, Like silver refined in a furnace
seven times.
But
the godly have vanished, and all the faithful have gone.
Everyone lies to his neighbor, speaking with double hearts.
Lord God, all flattering lips are, and tongues that make great foes.
They say our tongues will prevail, and none shall control our lips.
I
rise to give, says the Lord, the haven for which they thirst.
The promises of the Lord are promises that are pure, Like silver refined in a furnace
seven times.
The promises of the Lord are promises that are pure, Like silver refined in a furnace
seven times.
You'll always keep us, guard us from this dark age.
The wicked prowl on every side, exalting all that's vile.
The promises of the Lord are promises that are pure, Like silver refined in a furnace
seven times.