Mighty to Save

We labored and languished in our pitiful plight

Unaware in that prison, that there was a light

Dwelling in darkness blind we would remain

A fantastic delusion kept us in our chains

We never knew it was God we defied

Eat, drinking, and merry we were satisfied

Not knowing the fires were burning in hell

What was that to us? To us all was well.

We were dead in trespasses and sin

Unable to change the state we were in

We needed a rescue from our prison graves

There was no deliverance--but Jesus saves!

So now of my Savior I will sing

My all on the altar- a living offering

No longer a prisoner of sin and the grave

I sing of my Jesus who is mighty to save

I sing of my Jesus who is mighty to save

He called out my name and new life began

He called me to live and I heard His command

I rose up and did what living people do- 

We wake up and live out a life that’s made new

So now of my Savior I will sing

My all on the altar- a living offering

No longer a prisoner of sin and the grave

I sing of my Jesus who is mighty to save

I sing of my Jesus who is mighty to save

Isaiah 63:1; Zephaniah 3:17

Anthony Foster