Our God Reigns

How love­ly on the mount­ains are the feet of Him

Who brings good news

good news;

Announcing peace

pro­claim­ing news of hap­pi­ness:

Our God reigns

our God reigns!

Our God reigns! Our God reigns!

Our God reigns! Our God reigns!

He had no state­ly form

He had no ma­jes­ty

That we should be drawn to Him.

He was de­spised and we took no ac­count of Him.

Our God reigns

our God reigns!

It was our sin and guilt that bruised and wound­ed Him.

It was our sin that brought Him down.

When we like sheep had gone as­tray our Shep­herd came

And on His shoul­ders bore our shame.

Meek as a lamb that’s led out to the slaugh­ter­house

Dumb as a sheep be­fore its shear­er

His life ran down up­on the ground like pour­ing rain

That we might be born again.

Out from the tomb He came with grace and ma­jes­ty;

He is alive

He is alive.

God loves us so

see here His hands

His feet

His side

Yes we know

He is alive.