I press beyond the lines once drawn, To standards forged in holy dawn. The bar is raised, the heights invite— I climb by grace, not human might. God’s power roars, a storm untamed, A whirlwind fierce, His justice named. The earth beneath me shakes and groans, As heaven’s voice breaks through the stones. The enemy may rage and roar, But my Redeemer wins the war. Upward into victory, Lifted by His majesty. Sanctifying grace is mine, Hope ignites in holy fire. I rise, I stand, I overcome— In Jesus’ name, the battle’s won. He broke the chains, He bore the cost, And sanctifying grace was tossed— Like seed on soil, like light on night, To lift the low, to arm the fight. Despair may whisper, shadows fall, But I rise up to heed the call. Strengthened now for final stand, Held in the grip of sovereign hand. Upward into victory, Lifted by His majesty. Sanctifying grace is mine, Hope ignites in holy fire. I rise, I stand, I overcome— In Jesus’ name, the battle’s won. In Jesus’ name, the battle’s won…
