FATE ON THE SOLID ROCK - on Christ I stand

To save your chess, this king turned pawn,
A man of war who is like none,
When he leads, enemies run,
Sole keeper who never yawns

Victory won by what he's done;
The veil torn as grace is born,
Mourn no more for death is shun;
Our turn to blow life's horn

Yes! Trials brought the game on
But Abraham staggered to none,
Waited in faith till dawn;
Fate on the rock he stood upon

Blessed is the one to enjoy fun
At the rising of the sun;
He got his promised son;
Mockery and hardship gone.

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