Every blow the lord lands On them with His grace Will be to the music of drums and guitars, As He fights them, He fights in battle With the blows of His arm. And you'll sing as on The night you celebrate a holy song; Your hearts will rejoice When you hear His majestic voice From the mountain of the Lord, To the rock of the world. Oh, oh, oh, Jesus is the rock Praise be to the Lord my rock, Who trains my hands for war, My fingers for battle. He is the rock, That makes me strong A faithful God who does no wrong, And you'll sing as on The night you celebrate a holy song; Your hearts will rejoice When you hear His majestic voice From the mountain of the Lord, To the rock of the world. Oh, oh, oh, Jesus is the rock