True God makes good His promises
To members of the Church Of Christ;
Letting them hope for the long life
That is truly a precious prize.
True God makes good His promises
To all faithful and obedient;
Allowing them to wait for Christ
For His second or next Advent.
True God makes good His promises
To His children at the right time;
Urging them not to lose firm faith,
Regardless of the nature's clime.
True God makes good His promises,
He doesn't tell a word of lie;
He speaks of truth with sheer wisdom,
To fulfill it from the wide sky.
He shall never leave the chosen,
He shall bless them with great graces;
Blissful abode is for the heirs,
True God makes good His promises.
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