Upon This Rock

Upon this rock I will build my church
And the gates of hell shall not stand against it
Though satan persecute my bride on every side
All is well, she is not defenseless

Well, the church begin when a mighty wind
Came and filled that place
Crowned with tongues of fire filled with holy desire
Oh, they spread their faith
But faced with opposition, it only made them strong
For these words of Jesus helped them carry on
And he said...

Upon this rock I will build my church
And the gates of hell shall not stand against it
Though satan persecute my bride on every side
All is well, she is not defenseless

Though the martyrs' blood became a mighty flood
None could quench her flame
She's been beaten and scorned, left broken and torn
Still her light remained
Though kingdoms come against her, she cannot be moved
God's mercy is upon her, his promise will be proved
For he said...

Upon this rock I will build my church
And the gates of hell shall not stand against it, no, no
Though satan persecute my bride on every side
All is well, she is not defenseless

Upon this rock I will build my church
And the gates of hell shall not stand against it
Though satan persecute my bride on every side
All is well, she is not defenseless

Though under attack she will survive
For the song in her heart is no compromise
For she it built upon this rock

He's preparing a bride, she'll be spotless and white
For that wedding day
And for those who endure who are faithful and sure
There waits a resting place
They may destroy the flesh but can never touch her soul
Not even the sting of death can keep her in its hold, no

Upon this rock I will build my church
And the gates of hell cannot stand against it
Oh, say it again
Upon this rock I will build my church
And the gates of hell cannot stand against it

Upon this rock I will build my church
And the gates of hell shall not stand against it
Though satan persecute my bride on every side
All is well, she is not defenseless

Upon this rock I will build my church
Upon this rock I will build my church
Though satan persecute my bride on every side
All is well

Upon this rock I will build my church
And the gates of hell shall not stand against it, oh, no
Though satan persecute my bride on every side
All is well, she is not defenseless