Mortal Strife Lyrics

My sin, O the fire I deserve

And the pain I'd find if the Lord I did not serve

Still pain I'll endure within this life

But the Lord will use this mortal strife

The grace that covers all my sin

Undeserved, unearned, and its freely given

And sacrifice is what you gave

So how could I not do the same?

The orphan, slave, and the prodigal son

They now have a home

The adopted, chosen ones

Now I stand my soul revived

By the power of Christ, who knows my weary cries

And when He comes to makes things right

He'll end this fight with mortal strife