Steve Camp - Upon This Rock lyrics

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 wait's a resting place
They may destroy the flesh but
Can never touch her soul
Not even the sting of death can
Keep her in it's 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